#i'm still too afraid to listen to some of his other stuff though... sadly

[gwaean]

The Rescuers  

Part One: “Old acquaintances meet again"

 Summary: You are a mandalorian rebel friends with Captain Rex so you are well aware of the entire "clone situation" going on. And of course you want to help as much as you can. You then go to Ryloth trying to help the Syndulla's and maybe find your old friend Cody. 

 Pairing: None. Yet. But will be a Crosshair x Reader.

 Gender: There'll be no mentions of gender or pronouns on this part yet. Though further in the story it might have she/they pronouns used.

 Word count: 1.6k

 Tags: Injury recover, post-clone wars story, rescuing clones/friends, a bit of melancholy?

 Warning: Brief description of injury.

 Notes: So, I literally dreamed most parts of this story (I know, crazy Star Wars obsession here). I filled up some parts as I was writing of course. And it turned out a bit like a beautiful sad tragic. I might even do a playlist for this fanfic actually. Hope u enjoy it :) 

 The war, the republic, the jedi all have ended. Literally on the same day. And what it seemed like a fresh start, finally a moment of peace in the chaos turned into nightmares. You weren’t there when it happened, you just heard the news of Obi-Wan saying the jedi order and the republic had fallen and you also heard the now Emperor Palpatine telling everyone that the clone wars has ended and the jedi were traitor, they’ve tried to assassinate him according to well… himself. And now he’s forming this new galactic empire, giving people numbers like the ones clones used to have and killing off any resistance against this new order. Everyone seemed to believe him, you gotta give him that he was a pretty damn’ good  liar indeed. But you knew better than that. You are mandalorian after all and were friends with no one less than Duchess Satine and Senator Padmé. You helped them countless times in their diplomatics and you even fought with the jedi and the clones at times. They were good people, yes, the order might have messed up at lot but traitors? Murders? They sure didn’t deserve to die like that and I guess… No one does.

  You quickly then joined the rebellion. There you found many of former politics like Senator Organa and even a clone… Captain Rex (or is it Commander now?). You’ve met him once before and he seemed like a good person and looks like he’s really a great man just like you thought. You soon became friends. But sadly, the other clones you knew before like Cody were still with the empire. Though both you and Rex were very determinate to help others like him. And also, obviously, protect your allies against the empire.

  Well, as expected trouble begins. There’s been rumors about what’s going in Ryloth with the Syndulla’s and the empire occupation. Worried about them and their people, you go there to help as you can. And if there’s need, you’d call more rebels to help too though you didn’t want to envolve more people yet because you’re afraid of the reaction it could cause ( and what that would cost for ryloth and its people). You also have a tiny tiny hope that maybe just maybe Cody could be there.

  Arriving in Ryloth, you discover the Syndulla family have indeed oppose agains the empire occupation and they’ve went into a lot of trouble because of that but apparently a group of mercenaries (?) have already rescued them from the prison they were sent to. One less problem for you to fix I guess. You were glad for them but you still want to spy a little on the empire and see what you could find out after all, the trip couldn’t be for nothing.

  You find your way and get to a particular high hill with a great view of one imperial base. You pick up your binoculars and the only person you see in a sort of balcony is a very depressive-looking Crosshair. You remember him from that one time clone force 99 saved your butt from the mess you’ve yourself in. He was… quite unfriendly, let’s say. But he did get the job done and made sure you were okay so you just ignored his behavior. Looking at him now it was looking at a shadow of him. 

   It made you remember what Rex told you once: 

“We clones were all created with this chip thing in our my minds. We were made for the war and the war only but apparently someone thought it would be great if they let us think we've got free will. That we could be anything we wanted to be after the war. So we made friends, some of us found a family with our jedi. They let we hope. Just so we have all of that taken away from us with order 66. The war had ended for everyone except for us. We had our will taken from us, our minds controlled by this chip and we had to follow orders. While we're still there conscious of what we were doing we had to kill the people we fought together the entire war. I remember her face... I'm so glad she didn't see my face. I couldn't bare.” 

 Thinking about what all the clones been through, you can’t just leave him like this. He did save you once and this was your chance to repay that. Rex keeps saying we can’t save everyone (more to himself than to you) but one person is better than nobody, right?  At the time you improvise a plan: neither the empire nor Cross can’t know yet that you’re a rebel. You haven’t done anything yet incriminating (at least not that they were aware of). So you can just jump in there where he was standing and talk to him. Worst case scenario he ignores you. However you sure knew how to annoy him enough that at least he would call you out and when that happens you act. Ok, that you still have to figure out exactly how you would act. Well, half of a plan is better than no plan.

  You just jump in behind his back and of course he points his gun at you as expected. But he apparently recognizes who it’s standing in front of him and put his riffle down. 

   “ Hello there.”  You say.

   “What do you think you’re doing?”  He replies.

   “Oh, please, don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.” 

     He gives you a faint of a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

     You smiled back. “But seriously, what you’re doing here all alone? And why- You finally noticed the burn mark on his now bald head. - are you like this? Doesn’t the empire takes care of its soldiers? Nor your squad? The bad batch, right? That’s what you called yourselves?” 

     His face closes again. “You have nothing to do with that. I’m-” 

     “By yourself?” You pause for a moment. “Alright, I get it. You’ve probably been through a lot. We all have. Not sure why you’re like this but it doesn’t matter right now. I just wonder… Don’t you want to get out of all of this?” 

     Cross pauses for a moment. It seems like he's considering the possibility. “I… I can’t.” 

     “But…”  You then think. You remind yourself of how protective he was that one time you were saved by them. Maybe this instinct was still there, you had to try. You saw a pointed rock close to where you were standing and decided that you would accidentally cut yourself. “Ouch!” 

    “What’s up?” 

    “Oh! Nothing! Just might have cut myself here.” You show your hand now with a bit bigger than you expected cut and some blood.

     He almost laughs at it. “What a little clumsy one you are, eh?” 

     His mocking at you, that’s something, right? “Yeah, I guess….” 

     “Well, let’s go?”  He points to the door.

     “Go where?” 

     “Don’t you wanna take care of that, sweetheart?” 

     “Right, medical bay then?” 

     “Obviously.”  Perfect. He would be right where you needed him to be.

  The both of you enter the facility and walk directly to the medical bay. The empire base is pretty much a bland dark and boring military base with some troopers walking around, some commanders (you think) yelling at the soldiers and some droids doing whatever they have to do. You knew only that they were “r - unities” but droids weren’t exactly your area of expertise. However you do notice that the troopers walking around still wear the same clone armor from back the war. And you feel guilty. Because as much as you’d like you won’t be able to help them all. They’ll stay there with their chips on being controlled by the empire…. By the force, that was a hole guilty trip you knew you shouldn’t take. It wasn’t your fault. No, no. They did this. Palpatine and his men were the monsters. Not you. And certainly not these poor clones. One day, yes, one day maybe you could come back and save them?

 “Hmmm…. You wanna me to do this?”  Cross says. You were so distracted in your thoughts you don’t even realized you were already in the medical bay.

 “Oh. You don’t have to.” 

 “It's fine. I’m used to do this anyway.” 

  “Ok. Be my guest then?” 

  “Wow, you’re so funny.” He jokes.

  “Whatever. Just do your thing.” 

  “Give me your hand.”  

 You give him your hand and he takes it. And to your surprise he’s very gentle while taking care of your wound. He applies some alcohol pads to clean the wound. And as he presses the wound to stop the bleeding you reach for your gun and keep looking at his face. His very concentrated. It’s almost like the rest of the galaxy doesn’t matter. He’s only there at the moment focused on helping you. And you’re trying to plan how you’re gonna knock him out to take his chip off.

 “Now I’m gonna get some stuff to make a bandage for ya, ok?” He says and turns his back. Now is you chance. You turn your blaster to stun only and shoots. He falls. 

 “I’m sorry. But there’s no other way.” You whisper as if he’s actually listening. 

 It takes some effort (seriously, Crosshair's heavier than he looks) but you manage to put him on one these surgical stretchers. You also have to learn super quick how to use the pad control to see where the chip’s in and take it off. But it’s done. And you wait and wait… For what it seemed like hours though it was only like 15 minutes.

And he wakes up very confused.

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[tinyboxxtink]

"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 9*

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Aw SNAP, an early chapter?! Yes children, I woke up and I just wanted to write. This story really does mean a lot to me, and I have been neglecting it for the last few days. So I decided to give you one today, and one tonight. I just have so much to say, and I wanna get it out there as fast as I think of it! I know y'all want that too.

So I don't know if these actually need warnings, but there is serious discussion about alcohol and addiction. If you're sensitive to that, read with caution. I'm really sensitive to it and I wrote it, but it's more therapeutic to me. I don't know how others feel about it.

Also-- I did my best to fix the continuity issue in the last chapter about the Sonny crying at Y/N's mom's funeral, AND I think I did a good job at fixing the continuity with the fact that I literally started this story with her drinking an appletini. Like a moron.

And if you think my explanation is 'unbelievable', I actually do the same thing so I know it's a thing! Don't @ me.

Also Also-- This chapter is all Y/N and Sonny, some cousin bonding time. I hope y'all appreciate it.

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You rode to the train station in silence, but when you got out of the Uber to walk in by yourself, Sonny quickly trailed behind you.

“I’m a big girl Sonny, I don’t need you to hold my hand,” You rolled your eyes.

“I-I know, but it’s an hour until your train leaves, and--” He nervously explained.

“Afraid I’ll go to the bar and just derail my life in twenty minutes?” You crossed your arms.

“...No…” He softly looked at the ground.

“Well, you're right. I'm just gonna throw it all away right now,”

“Y/N don’t do that--”

“I’m not kidding, Sonny!” You looked at him seriously.

“...What?” He was stunned at your admission.

You looked around the train station, people were bustling about running to their trains and finding their people, it was a madhouse. You needed to talk this out seriously; so you pulled him to a waiting area and sat down with him.

“Well as you so nicely pointed out, I am basically on the verge of breaking my sobriety every fucking day. And now I know why you wanted me to avoid Rafael, but I didn’t listen and as much as you didn’t want it to, it already broke me. Last night I broke, and now that-- now that he’s gone, or run away, or whatever-- All I can think about is making this pain go away!” The thoughts that had been running through your head since you left Rafael’s apartment just came spilling out of your mouth.

“Sunshine…” He sighed.

“And you’re right, I don’t have anyone else. I don’t have anyone else to lean on, except for you. And I can’t keep doing that, you’ve done it long enough,” You started to feel tears catch in your throat.

“Wha--but I don’t mind, I--” He protested.

“Really? Because the way you were telling Rafael, it sounded like you were sick of it,” You tried to keep your voice steady.

“I’m not--” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not sick of it. It’s just--”

“A lot,” You finished for him.

“Right,” He looked at you sadly. “But-- I don’t understand, then what do you wanna--”

“I need to go away,” You interjected with a very somber look.

“What?” He half laughed. “Go away? What does that even--”

“I need to go...away,” You repeated, not wanting to say the words out loud.

“Like...a facility?” He asked; you nodded. “Y/N I didn’t mean you had to--”

“I know you didn’t mean that Sonny, but I don’t see any other way,” Tears filled your eyes.

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna do this again! I don’t want you to have to take days, weeks off work watching me, moving to Jersey, checking my room and my apartment, you’re too old for that shit now!” You looked up to the sky, willing the tears to stay in your pupils.

“I mean, Y/N come on I’m almost 31, I’m not ancient--”

“But you’re a grown up, with a grown up job and a career, and a life. And I can’t just-- make you put your life on pause because I’m a fuck up,” You barely whispered.

“You’re not a--”

“I am,” You shook your head. “I am, and I accept it. I can’t have-- normal, things. Like friendships or relationships. This absolutely proves it,”

“No, it doesn’t,” Sonny took your hand. “Look I told Barba and now I’m telling you: This...this might be on me,”

“No it’s not,” You took his hand this time. “Don’t do that,”

“No, it really might be,” He insisted. “You’ve...you’ve never just opened up to someone like you did with Barba. Not once. Not with anyone but me,”

“Yeah well clearly that was some kind of fluke,” You rolled your eyes with a tear filled laugh.

“Was it?” Sonny asked you sincerely. “When’s the last time you approached a guy or girl for that matter, sober?”

“I mean, I was sipping an appletini…” You looked at the ground in guilt.

“Y/N…” Sonny rubbed his temples.

“What?” You shrugged. “It’s not like I’m the Hulk, Sonny. I don’t take a sip of alcohol and ‘Hulk Out’. I like to at least attempt to feel like a grown up, so I order ONE drink and nurse it for hours. You know this. It’s just, when I get upset…”

“You lose it,” He finished for you.

“...Yeah,” You looked back at the ground.

“So why don’t you just come stay with me for a few days, until this whole ‘Barba’ thing passes, and you can be...normal, again?” He put a hand on your knee. “You don’t need to…’go away’, like a mental patient,”

“...Because I don’t know if it will pass, Sonny,” You admitted. “I’m not kidding when I say this broke me. It...it broke me. And he wasn’t even my boyfriend! We fucked one time and all of a sudden I was going through his stuff like a crazy girlfriend,”

“...Didn’t need to know that, but alright,” Sonny shuddered at the thought of you in the throes of passion with Rafael.

“Whatever,” You sighed. “The point is, I-- I lost it, with him. That’s never happened, not once. I’ve never…’cared’ about someone like that. I just bang them then leave,”

“Wasted” Sonny added.

“....Well yeah, obviously,” You laughed sadly.

“Which brings me back to my original point,” He replied. “You may have had some liquor in your system, but were you drunk when you talked to Barba?”

“...No,” You shook your head.

“Were you tipsy?”

“....No,"

“Did you get drunk while waiting on me and talking with him and then decide to go back to his place to...do stuff?”

“No!” You hit him softly.

“And last night,” He continued. “Last night when I walked away and left the two of you. Did you run back inside and drink yourself into a stupor because you hurt me?”

“No!!” You shook your head. “No, I-- I might have wanted to, but then Rafael took me inside and he-- well, first of all his friends humiliated me--”

“They what?” Sonny’s fists began to clench.

“Calm down, Son,” You took his hand. “Rafael defended me, he even punched a guy for insulting me!”

“He WHAT?” Sonny gasped. Rafael would never do something like that, not for anyone. He was always so cool, calm and collected, always the epitome of decorum. If he had lost it on someone in public, that really did mean something.

“...So he defended you, then took you home?”

“Well, I---” You looked down in shame. “I asked him to,”

“Ah,” Sonny nodded. “I see,”

“But only because you said you didn’t wanna see me! I...I didn’t think I had anywhere else to go,” You explained.

“But he let you,” He added.

“He wanted me to,” You shrugged. “But Sonny I swear, nothing was supposed to happen. I just wanted to crash on his couch until I could talk to you. But...I don’t know, we-- he washed my clothes, and then we were watching BoJack, and then we were laughing and he was tickling me, and it just-- happened,”

“Organically,” He clarified.

“...Not the way I’d word it but yeah,”

“And you didn’t drink anything?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You cried. “No, and I didn’t want to hurt--”

“Sunshine I promise you, this isn’t about my feelings at all right now,” He assured you. “I’m just pointing out that you have never just...accidentally slept with a guy,”

“Meaning…?” You quirked an eyebrow curiously.

“Meaning your MO is get drunk, get laid, and leave. Correct?”

“...Well when you say it like that…” You shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m not trying to guilt you Sunshine I’m making a point. Now, am I right?”

“....Yes,”

“So you genuinely had feelings for Barba. Real, unaltered feelings,”

“....I guess so,”

“And I’m not blowing smoke up your ass when I say that Barba would never, ever punch a guy for anyone. Especially not someone he worked with, in front of a bunch of colleagues. I mean, his ‘circle’ is probably buzzing right now with talk about how ‘barbaric’ he was, for some girl he just met,” He explained.

“What are you saying, Son?” You studied his face curiously.

“I’m saying like I said before, that this might be my fault, Sunshine,” He sighed, once again running his hands through his hair.

“If I hadn’t been so...against you and Barba, I wouldn’t have spout off my mouth about his--- usual way of dating. Because it sounds like with you, he’s anything but his usual self,” He explained.

“...And then you wouldn’t have gotten upset about it and responded the way you do when you’re upset, and then you wouldn’t have ended up a mess last night, and you two would still be in your happy little bubble of bliss,”

“Sonny,” You sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think we both know that this...’beast’ inside of me, is always gonna be there,”

“Well…” He murmured.

“You said it yourself! I’m still an addict, I’m still battling it everyday, even though I’ve gotten so much better at it. Even though most days I am perfectly fine; I’m not normal. Normal people don’t end up at the bottom of a bottle of vodka whenever they have a bad day, or stress out,” You cringed at the memory of that constantly happening back in the day.

“Yeah I know…”

“And it’s not fair for me to put that on someone. Especially someone I barely know! Especially someone who is not used to, or even ready for any kind of normal commitment! I mean, honestly I’m glad it happened now, because if we had gotten any deeper and the inevitable happened, the blow out would have been much more...messy,” You looked away in shame, just imagining the chaos your drunken alter ego could cause.

“...How so?”

“Sonny, if I lost it like I did last night after spending one night with Rafael, can you imagine the kind of havoc I’d wreck if we had been dating for a while? If we were married?” You half laughed sadly at the thought. “Cops would be called, I’m sure,”

“Sunshine….” He spoke softly, hating to hear you degrade yourself so much. He'd heard it so much in the past, he knew if you were going into the dark place, the damage was bad.

“Somehow or other, the monster would have shown herself to him. And clearly, whenever it was gonna happen-- he wasn’t going to respond well,” You shook your head with the same sad smile.

“But maybe if you had gotten closer, maybe he would have changed. Maybe he wants to change-- he’s just...freaked out right now,” Sonny pointed out.

“Don’t,” You shook your head while looking at the ground. “Don’t do that,”

“Do what?” He asked you quizzically.

“Give me false hope,” You looked up at him with tears once again welling up in your eyes. “You know that’s the most dangerous thing for someone like me,”

“But that’s just it Sunshine,” He put both hands on either side of your face. “I really don’t think it’s false hope,”

“Yeah well,” You scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. “I won’t hold my breath. And the bottom line is-- if that ever happens, then it will. But I’m here now, and right now all I want is to drink until I forget this weekend ever happened,” You wiped tears from your face. “So I need you to--”

“I’m not sending you away,” He said sternly.

“Sonny!” You stomped your foot. “I’m not kidding! You can’t--”

“Look Y/N,” He started. “You have done so well these past few years, better than I’ve ever seen you. I am so proud of you. You’re in school, you’re thinking about the future, you have dreams. And if you just...abandon that for even a month or two, you’ll have to drop your classes and start over,”

“Yeah but--”

“I know you think that going to rehab is the thing you’re ‘supposed’ to do when shit like this happens, but honestly I think it will only send you three steps back, not forward,” He looked at you with very genuine eyes.

“...Y’know the old ‘monster’ wouldn’t have even told me any of this,” He pointed out. “She would’ve gotten on that train and headed to the liquor store at the Jersey train station,”

“...That is true,” You nodded with a soft smile.

“I think you’re more in control than you think, Sunshine,” He put a thumb on your chin. “...But, maybe to make us both feel better, I’ll put a limit on your card for a bit,”

“...Yeah, probably for the best,” You gave him a small smile. Just then you both heard the speaker announcing your train was boarding.

“Well, I guess I better go,” You stood up with your duffel and gave him a long, hard hug. You really did love him more than anyone in this world, and knowing he wasn’t mad at you and still loved you meant everything to you.

“Alright Sunshine, you call me when you get back to the apartment, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nodded; he gave you another hug, scared to let you go.

He was being supportive and brave on the outside for you, because he really did want you to keep going on the path you were on. But something deep down inside of him was constantly worried about the monster inside you. He wanted to protect you 24/7, but you were right-- he had a life and a career in the city, he had to trust you to be on your own.

“I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” You nodded with a bigger smile. “I love you too, Sonny,”

You gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading to your platform, leaving Sonny alone in the station. He waited until he couldn’t see your figure headed towards the distance before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

“Barba,” He said seriously. “We need to talk,”

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[idjitlili]

Oh no, all the hobbits Aragorn.

Aragorn x reader.

Request for Thatfoolishhuman 'I would love an Aragorn imagine! Could you do one where the Mc is a healer (like, she can make wounds disappear with her hands.) and she patches Aragorn up after a battle and he falls in love with how gentle she is.'

Summary: Imagine being apart of the fellowship, being Gandalf's niece , you learn some stuff from him whether he liked it or not. Basically following the fellowship in secret from Rivendell, until you slipped up.

A/n: Arwen and Aragorn aren't together in this imagine, he still grew up with Elrond. A pitch is a piggyback ride it's the original name for it. Totally didn’t make a meme for this

Word count:2253

Warnings: I'm British, so spelling for certain words differs, such as grey, colour, among other words, don't be mad please.

Growing up around a wizard, especially Gandalf the grey, you learnt a lot. He just left books laying around, books full of spells. Of course Gandalf wasn't really related to you, but he might as well have been. Your parents travelled a lot, so you ended up being around Gandalf most of your childhood.

Gandalf had taught you some basic spells, nothing major, healing spells mostly, children are clumsy. It was no secret your parents didn't like you running through the forests, saying it was too dangerous , general protectiveness, you guess. Many times they proved that they were right, many times you had fallen into traps left for animals. You would've probably bled out, if it wasn't for Gandalf.

Still living with your parents, no longer a child, not knowing what you wanted to do, you parents wanted you to go work in the local bakery, not wanting you to travel around like they did, dangerous times with black riders frequently on the road and such. But of course you didn't want a simple life.

Again your parents had left on business, this time you didn't go to Gandalf's house, you had maybe listened in, when going to visit Frodo , only to see Samwise Gamgee listening under the window. You know how it goes, Gandalf caught him, not you.

You ended up following Frodo, Sam , Merry and Pippin. Life is boring, might as well take a risk, you longed for adventure, like the mister Bilbo. 

Surprisingly the elves had not even noticed you at Rivendell, actually not surprising Gandalf had brought you there many times, so they probably thought you were with him. You had waited in the trees outside Rivendell's gates, for them. 

You hadn't know what was actually going on , or whether there would actually be a quest, but to your lucky there was. Not really lucky for Boromir though... soon enough Frodo and Gandalf had emerged along with 7 others.

You weren't noticed for a long time considering, Frodo's fault completely, when Frodo had fallen down the mountain in the snow, you had been hiding not so great in the snow, and of course Frodo landed facing you. While Aragorn had rushed back to Frodo, Frodo's face was laced with confusion as he stared at you.

"Y/n...?" Frodo had stood up, not realising he had dropped the ring, you rising with your backpack and coat one, with the snow littering your hair.  Aragorn had just stared too moving towards Frodo, carefully, the others travelling down to see what was going on.

"Oh, Frodo!  What are you doing here? I was just out to get some milk for my dinner." Standing calf deep in snow, freezing, yet your facing burning with embarrassment.

"I was wondering when you'd reveal yourself." Gandalf chuckling , of course he knew you were there, but what you didn't know was that Gollum had been not even three feet away from you..  Gandalf had turned back grabbing the ring from Boromir and launching it at Frodo, like he was Michael Jordan.

"Gandalf who is this?" Gimli of all of the fellowship had questioned you, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.

"Y/n is my niece , now come along we don't have all day."

Thus, you were no longer a stalker , but part of the fellowship. Time had passed and you had lost your uncle, but it didn't feel right, you couldn't process his death, so you pretended he just slipped on some bread and was at home resting.

Soon enough you were all heading for Lothlórien, without realising it, you had stayed close to Legolas at this moment, mostly to bug him.

"If elves are so great, then how didn't you notice me? For all you know I could've been watching you pee, I wasn't but I could've been.  While you was sleeping I could've chopped your hair off and made a wig. Why do you look like your are apart of a dance routine? Why do you float? How does it feel to have a dick for a father?" Rambling on , you are surprised that Legolas doesn't whoop you, he could've, you wouldn't have been able to do much, you aren't the best person at defence.

You couldn't tell if you was annoying Legolas or not, but Gimli had kept smirking your way, as he stomped through the forest.

"Hey, Legolas? "

"Yes, y/n?" Legolas had sighed , he much preferred Gimli antics.

"Can I have a pitch?" But he had just stared at you, frowning, huffing you had walking around Legolas so you was next to Aragorn. Only for your ankle to roll, making you fall into Aragorn, it didn't necessarily hurt but. Aragorn had grabbed you and placed you back onto your feet.

"Um, Aragorn? You know you much better that Legolas..? Can I have a pitch?" You were undoubtedly attracted Aragorn, come on, he looks like a God. Fuck Thor. He didn't even answer just knelt down, allowing you to grip around his neck, and grab your calf's. Carrying on walking with ease.

Raising your eyebrows and smirking at Legolas behind you, he just never showed any emotion, except in that scene with Haldir , where he just smirks creepily in the background.

You weren't particularly close to anyone in the fellowship other than Frodo and Sam. But when Boromir died, yes it was sad, but where did the hobbits go? You had stayed close to Aragorn as he fought down the Uruk-hai as you hid in a tree. Before lifting you down, rushing to dying Boromir.

"They took the little ones,"

"Be still."

"Frodo! Where is Frodo?"

"I let Frodo go."

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him."

Kneeling next to Boromir, "The hobbits Aragorn, but we shall get them back." Boromir was too far gone to be saved, the wrong brother died sadly. Boromir eyes had met yours once more , as he smiled , before he finished his speech to his king.

After Boromir was sent home, the fellowship was down to just four, rushing after Merry and Pippin.  "We must hurry! The hobbits Aragorn!" Five minutes of running , and you were already getting a stitch.  This was no time for jokes.

Soon enough Gandalf was alive, and Aragorn was dead, as Théoden had lead you all to helms deep. You had seen Eowyn, oh how heartbroken she was after she found out Aragorn was dead, that bitch knew him for what five minutes, she was already grinding up on him.

You were witch, she was a princess, obviously Aragorn was going to prefer her. Soon enough Aragorn practically marching into helms deep, injured but alive , what's with all the faked deaths.

After Aragorn had done his big speech and everyone had left to get ready for war, you had stayed behind obviously, you didn't want to confront him in front of everyone. "Uh, Aragorn?" You were unsure of yourself, honestly, you can't have a crush on a king. You swear kings have bad hair, lucky Aragorn didn't , look at the British royal family.. now that's embarrassing.

Aragorn had turned Aragorn to face you, waiting for you to speak, he definitely didn't fall from heaven, the Valar decided to test him by shoving him off a cliff.

"Um, I was wondering if I c-could help with those wounds, um, I didn't know if you needed help?" You were sure that your face was probably flushed red, it would be surprising if he could even understand you , as you stumbled over your own words.

Aragorn had nodded , before sitting down near by.  Grabbing the king foil out of your bag , along with other healing herbs, Aragorn had removed his jacket and undone some of the buttons on his tunic. Bringing a stool in front of Aragorn for you to sit.  You weren't about to chew up the kings foil,  tearing it up before trying to gently apply it to the huge gash across his chest.

A small groan had emerged from his lips as you had placed a piece kings foil to the gash too harshly. "Sorry." Looking into Aragorn's bright eyes , for a spilt second before going back to gently placing the kings foil. Aragorn stops you , by grabbing your wrist , not with force, making you look back up at him.

"Do not be sorry, I just fell off a cliff, I've been through worse." A smile reassuring smile plant on his face, but you can only think what is worse than falling off a cliff.

"Okay, sorry, I mean I'm not sorry, you are very intelligent or a king, there's warg! Let's go fight our enemy on the edge of a cliff. Um, actually that's embarrassing because I fell down a well because a owl scared me, I was stuck down there for hours, and then Gandalf found me and used a bucket to get me out. I had to sit in the bucket while he pulled it up."

Aragorn had let go of your wrist , allowing you to continue as you spoke, "you have not changed."

"Pardon?" Aragorn was smiling down at you as your eyebrows scrunched together.

" Last week I saw leaf , hit you in the back of your neck, you jumped three feet in the air." Your face flushed again, as you tried to contain a smile, as Aragorn laughed at you.

"I did not, that was not a leaf, it was a snake!"

"A green round snake, I believe you , y/n" you had stopped applying the kings foil, to put your head between your nerves , to hide your face in embarrassment . "It was a deformed snake."

"Last month, you skidded in mud and fell flat on your back, when Legolas put his hand on your shoulder briefly. Or when you kicked Boromir's cock when he was try-" sitting back up to look at Aragorn.

"You are right, next time it will be you that I will kick." Aragorn could not have shut his legs quicker, making you laugh at him, "I'll have to start wearing a shield."

"Never know when I'll strike, your balls are going to be deformed." Aragorn had gasped at you, as you brought your hand other his wound beginning to heal him as you chanted quietly.

"Such foul language, Gandalf would not approve." Looking up to Aragorn with a small smile, placing your other hand on his shoulder softly, to stop him from moving.  Really the healing didn't take very long, the cut left a blood stain though.  "Stay there," (or you get unprofessional neutering.) Grabbing the water pouch from your bag, and piece of cloth.

Before returning to sit in front of Aragorn with the damp cloth, wiping off the dried blood gently.  You couldn't help but feel like you had done something good today, you got to heal ,clean an very attractive man stopping his wound from getting infected and him dying. 

Plus,he's Aragorn, who wouldn't want to touch his chest.   As you finished, you had look down for your pouch, only to see how blood his hands were. Lifting his hand up to examine it, no way you were a doctor. " How have you not gotten infection? All that Orc blood going into your open wounds." Again having to heal all the  little cuts and slices on his hands.

It was no secret to Aragorn that he had developed a like for you, from the moment Frodo saw you sticking out in the snow like a mole heap.

“Tis the best you are going to be, after this battle you will covered again. Legolas probably glide through here, any minute asking where his beloved is.” Both of you standing up, grabbing your bag, you had leant up to press a kiss to Aragorns cheek, before turning away to head to where the woman and children were, Gandalf’s orders.

Aragorn had stopped you again, by the shoulder, causing you to turn back around. “Y/n, thank you. May I ask for something else?” Aragorns eyes looking into your e/c ones

softly, you had nodded. “Would you accept me courtship?” You had just pressed your lips slow onto his before pulling away.

The door was quickly opened “ARAGORN!” Legolas glided into the room, rushing towards you and Aragorn. Sighing “your beloved is here,” Legolas was stood between both of you, you had to walk around him, to wrap your arms around Aragorn,briefly embracing, before pulling away.

Legolas just stared, “I’m not hugging you too, leg a less, that’s what your name would be if you had no legs, because your legs aragorn”

#lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings oneshot #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings imagines #lotr x you #lotr x reader #lotr x #lotr oneshot #lotr imagines #lotr imagine #aragorn x y/n #aragorn x you #aragorn imagines #aragorn imagine #aragorn x reader #aragorn

[thephoenixdescendant]

I knew this would happen. I accidently deleted an ask. Thank god I took a screenshot of it before deleting it...🙏🙏🙏

Whoever asked this, I'm praying that they will see this post.

WORD COUNT: 2,824

Vert x Reader x Alternative Vert

You settled in handler corners about a year ago and made friends with the people who work at spectre motors. But, one day you became awestruck for the fact that you saw them coming out of a portal. That's when you knew what they really do. You have been nagging them to bring you with them but Vert refused. The reason why is because he's afraid you might get hurt and also, you tried to ride the saber the other day. But, what happened was you drove it to the maximum speed limit. And you crashed his car on a giant rock. You hit your head on the glass real hard and ever since then, he's been treating you like a kid. So, you kept annoying Vert to the point where he gave up and said yes. But he told you to not walk around the battle zone and instead, stay with Stanford.

You were with them on the training tracks watching the solar eclipse through those special glasses that allows you to look at the sun, until Sage announced through their coms that a stormshock was detected, with a warning. Those solar flares could damage their vehicles. Vert turned to you with a serious expression. "Don't get out of the reverb. If you do, then it'll be the last time I'm taking you to a battlezone". You nodded in agreement. You hopped on the reverb and they all took off.

"Stay double frosty guys. Sage said those solar flares could do nasty stuff to our instruments." Vert warned. "Solar activity peak level coinciding with portal entry" Sage announced through the coms as Stanford kept touching a button on the touch screen of his reverb. "Might explain why my rear axle telemetry a bit dodgy." Stanford said.

"Caution. Battlezone may also be affected."

Everyone got inside the portal and arrived on a planet that looks really fimiliar. Like the ones they show on science fiction movies. "Looks like a standard alien desert to me." Spinner said. "Everybody make some dust. Find me a key!" Vert said as he went to the other direction. "As soon as I find out what's wrong my axle. Catch up with you." Stanford parked his car on an area near a mountain. You got annoyed because you couldn't see the rest of the zone for a bit.

Stanford got out of the reverb with a socket wrench that he carries with him. He crossed your arms as you watched him open the bonet. "First rule of a manual servo repair. Never need one." Stanford started to twist and turn some of the parts with the socket wrench. You grunted in annoyance. "Hey Stan. Can I get out and watch the view. I wanna walk around a bit." You asked. "No. Vert told me to make sure your inside the Reverb at all cost." Stanford replied. Not looking in your direction. "Come on! I don't wanna sit here! I just wanna walk!!!" You whined. But, he just ignored you. You looked outside and sighed. Then you got an idea. "Hey stan. I'll make a promise to you if you let me out." You said. He looked at you, a brow raised. "What promise?" He asked. "If you let me out, I'll tell Grace how amazing you are! I know you like her and I'm sure she'll listen to me. That way, she'll ask you out!" You said, with a big smile. He rubbed his chin and thought about it for a second. A smile formed on his face. "Okay! You can come out!" He said. You felt really happy and when you got out of the reverb, you gave Stanford a big hug. "Thank you!!!" You said, before going to the other side, enjoying the view.

You kept walking around until you saw something coming from the distance. It looked like a gold chariot... And it was coming towards you. You ran to Stanford and hid behind him. He gasped when he saw one of his enemies right in front of him. He dropped his socket wrench as the mutant like creature aimed his crossbow at him.

"Go on then! What are you waiting for fang face?!" Stanford said with pure hate. "Even though you humans want to destroy my world, I cannot attack an unarmed man." Kalus said. Stanford looked at him, confused. "Who are you? And what have you done with Kalus?" Stanford asked. "And you, are not acting like a member of the evil battle force 5!" Kallus exclaimed. "Evil battle force 5?" You whispered. Stanford looked at you, indicating he was confused, just as you.

"Mount your vehicle and let us battle as honour dictates." Kalus said. Stanford took a step back, almost stepping on your feet. "Uhh.... One moment..." He said before he spoke through his com. "Guys! Kalus has me in his crosshairs, but he's being... Honourable. Please advice." "On our way!" Vert replied as he and the others went to where Stanford stood.

You saw the team coming towards them from the distance. The tension was relieved.

"Huh! Typical Battle Force 5. Refusing to choose the Vandal code to settle our differences like gentleman!" Kalus spat.

"A vandal gentleman? Huh! In what world?" Sherman asked. "Maybe in this world. Sage said the battlezone could be affected. Captain Kalus! Wait! Please." Vert stopped the Saber infront of him. You and Stanford quickly got inside the Reverb and he aimed the sonic canons at Kalus. "Captain Kalus!" Vert called as he got out, without bringing his double edged sword. Kalus aimed his crossbow at him. "I'd like to speak with you! I've come unarmed." He walked towards him. "Vert! We've got him surrounded. What are you doing?!" Agura questioned. "Playing a hunch I'm about to wish I never had. Cover me but stay back." Vert said. Kalus got out of his chariot. "What kind of trickery is this?!" He questioned. Vert held out his arm, motioning Stanford to turn off the sonic canons.

"You... Ordered your team to stay back..." Kalus said. "I did. So, where is yours?" Vert asked. "Ugh! You know very well what happened to them!" Kalus said before sniffing Vert's uniform. "Or do you?" Kalus got surprised of the scent Vert had. It wasn't the same scent he was fimiliar with.

"It's not Kalus!" Vert turned around to the team. "Uhh... How many talking lions with crossbows are there riding around in gold chariots?" Agura was confused. Zoom came and stopped the chopper beside the tangler. "Just did a flyby on the battle key!" He said before turning to Vert. Surprised to see Kalus standing next to him. "Whoa! And we're not whipping lion butt why?" "Somehow those solar flares must of connected us to a dimention exactly opposite our own." Sherman explained. You gasped in surprise. "Am I gonna see the opposite version of the team?" You thought. "With good Vandals! (Idk what word he said after that... lol)" Stanford said, confused and surprised at the same time. "So where's the rest of your team?" Vert asked. "My good friends Hatch, Xever and Crocomodo were elimimated... Long ago...." Kalus said sadly. His face drooped down. You looked at him with pity. "By who?" Vert asked. "By.... Them...." Kalus pointed to the distance, as he heard a team of cars racing towards them. The whole team looked at the distance and saw their opposites. "Those look just like our rides!" Sherman exclaimed. "Normally it's between me and that battle force 5. Which exists only to conquer peacefull worlds..." Kalus said.

"Well... Look what we have here?" The alternative vert's voice was heard through the com. You gasped at how his tone was so.... Evil... "They look like us, but they're so... Clean." "Not after I'm done with them." "I wanna smash them. Into teeny tiny bits!" "Wow Sherm! That was nearly a complete sentence!" "Oh, you boys are like soooo immature!" "Shut your traps. First we get the key. Then we play...." A fit of evil laughter sent chills down your spine. Anti-Vert noticed you sitting with Stanford. He looked at you and winked. "Uhhh...." You had no words to say. "Whoa. Doppleganger dudes really got their fight on!" Spinner said. "Can't let 'em get the key. What do you need Zoom?" Vert asked. "Battle key is in the side of a mini mountain. Gonna need Agura!" Zoom replied. "Nothings out of my reach!" Agura said. "Agura go for the key. Everyone else on defense. Let's go!" The team charged towards their opposites. They looked at each other in pure hate. You gripped on your seat because of how fast the Reverb was going.

"Looks like those goodie goodies are gonna get in our way!" Anti-Spinner said. "Split up. Take 'em one on one." Anti-Vert ordered. The Saber's blades collided with each other. Anti-Vert's blade scraped past the Saber. Vert grunted in anger.

Anti-Vert's Saber got near the Reverb and he came to your side of the car. "Hey sexy! He thinks he's better than me. Let me show you what I can do." He said before charging towards Vert's Saber. Vert got really angry when his alternarive self called you "sexy". God, he wanted to punch his anti-self's perfect teeth. "If you are trying to challenge me, you're doing a terrible mistake! I'm gonna kick your butt!" Vert said. "That will be in your dreams. The woman/man is mine!" Anti-Vert said. "No, mine!" Vert muttered. "She/he is mine!"

You were watching the entire thing. Each time Vert gets pushed back by his anti self, Anti-Vert has a grin on his face. He knows you are still watching the fight. But, you suddenly can't see them because the Reverb has gone away from them. "Stanford. Follow the girl/boy and try to wreck their Reverb." Anti-Vert said. "Consider it done!" He said. You saw Anti-Stanford following the Reverb really tightly. "Ohmygosh. Please go faster!" You said. "I am!" Stanford swerved the car left and right. Trying to avoid the sonic attacks. His anti self got to your side and you gasped when he made his car push the Reverb to the side. Both Stanford and his evil self pushed each other back and forth. "Coming here was a bad idea..." You regreted annoying Vert. This is what Vert has been warning you about. Something like this always happen. Suddenly, Anti-Stanford pushed his vehicle too hard on the Reverb. Causing the mirror on your side to break. Shards of glasses fell onto your arm. It's sharp sides grazed your skin. Causing a cut on the thin layer of skin. But enough to bleed. It stinged a little. "We'll get away from.... Me..." Stanford somehow managed to turn the Reverb, making it face his anti self. They both sonic blasted each other. Stanford and his anti self took the hit, causing the Reverb to be pushed back. You hit your head really hard on the back and on the side..... The glass shards cut the side of your cheek. It started to bleed and your head hurts fr om hitting the back too hard. "(Y/N)!!! You're bleeding!!!" Stanford gasped in horror. "I'm... I'm okay... Just go!" You said. The Reverb took off, leaving Anti-Stanford alone. You started to feel nauseous and a splitting headache took place. "I... I don't feel so good..." You said, covering your mouth. Trying not to vomit because of how the Reverb's movement is. "I'll take you somewhere that'll keep you safe!" Stanford said.

Stanford parked the Reverb on a small cave. A cave where it's not clearly seen. Both you and Stanford got out. You sat on the floor, leaning onto the wall, as Stanford inspected your injuries. "I don't have an emergency kit. Sorry about that..." Stanford apologized. "N-no it's okay." You said, as you took out your handkerchief from your pocket. You placed it on your cheek, hoping the bleeding will stop. "I should be the onr who's sorry. I shouldn't have come here." You said sadly. "It's okay (Y/N)." Stanford smiled. "You stay here. The Reverb is already damaged. If you're in it, then it'll cause more injuries to you. Our opposites won't find you." Stanford said as he got inside the Reverb. He disappeared into the distance and you sighed. "I shouldn't have come here..."

Vert and his anti-self kept pushing their vehicles on each other, causing a lot of damage. He chuckled. "You already know that soon, the woman/man that you have brought with you on your mission will be mine! I already know it. You're weak!" He said. "Not gonna happen!" Vert shouted. Then Anti-Vert saw the Reverb coming out from the side of a mountain, but you weren't there with him. "Are you sure Vert?" Anti-Vert asked before violenly pushing Vert's Saber with his blades. Vert's vehicle flipped over and Anti-Vert went to where Stanford came.

You started to feel lightheaded and your head was throbbing and you placed your hand on the back of your head. You felt warm liquid covering your palm. It was blood. You sighed, praying the team will come back to get you. You laid down and curled up like a ball, trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, you heard a vehicle coming towards you. It sounded like the Saber. You felt relieved for Vert being here and you got up... Only to see his alternative self staring at you. He chuckled. "Are you trying to rest my love?" He asked. "I'm not your love! Leave me alone!" You said, as you stood up. "You don't know what I am capable of. I'm way better than the Vert from your homeworld." He said. "Oh no no no. You are just a freak. I don't like men like you!" You shouted. He looked at you with no emotion. He took a step towards you and you took a step back. "Me? A freak? Ha! You don't know me well dear." Vert said. "And you don't know me as well. I'm capable of fighting you off. I have a black belt in karate!" You exclaimed. Suddenly, Anti-Vert just burst out into laughter. "Do you really expect me to believe that?! You don't look like the type to be violent." He said. "Oh, But I am. Don't mess with me!" You said. He took a step forward and you lunged at him, ready to punch his face. But, he grabbed both of your wrist. "Hm... A black belt in karate, huh?" He said, mockingly. "I-I just went e-easy on you!" You said, as you tried to pull yourself out of his grip. But, he was too strong. "Don't even try. You're weak!" He said. You mentally slapped yourself from doing that stupid move. The amount of energy you took to get out of his grip made you feel as if the world was spinning around you. Your legs became weak and you almost fell down, but Anti-Vert caught you. He grazed his fingers on the cut on your cheek. "Looks like Stanford got a little harsh on you...". "I'm very sorry about that..." He suddenly pinned you against a wall.

He looked at how vulnerable you are. It didn't take long to smash his lips onto yours. You couldn't protest as your body felt like jelly. He stopped kissing you as you bit his tongue harshly. "Gah!" He hissed in pain. You fell down on the floor. "D-don't do i-it a-again...." You spoke. Your voice was weak. The blood from his tongue starts to drip down from his mouth. "I would love my woman/man to be a little more compliant. I don't mind playful biting.... But, not in a way it'll stop someone from kissing you..." He said. "Go... To... Hell!" You spat. He just laughed. "You will be under my control when I take you away from them!" He said, with a wicked smile.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU SACK OF SH*T!!!" Someone shouted from the distance. You both looked at who it was. It was Vert. Your Vert. He ran towards his anti-self and kicked him in the guts. Anti-Vert grunted in pain. "You will seriously gonna regret doing that!" He said. "YOU WILL SERIOUSLY GONNA REGRET TAKING MY WOMAN/MAN AWAY FROM ME!!!!" Vert shouted. Then, both Vert and his alternative self started to have a fist fight. You couldn't move or speak, and you laid down almost unconscious.

Vert somehow beaten his anti-self down. He ran to you and picked you up. "You're bleeding!!!" He gasped as he felt the warm liquid from your head. He ran out of the cave and placed you inside the Reverb. "Get her/him home! Now!" He ordered. Stanford nodded and he took you to the hub. He went back to the Saber and looked at his anti-self. "You and I are gonna have a fight. With our vehicles..." He said.

Part 2 (Coming Soon)

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[artsyxloner]

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence

10: Rescue Mission Pt2

I was quiet for a few minutes knowing this man wasn't like Suk-Hyun.  I knew he was going to shoot me If I didn't say anything.

" I got cut by a piece of glass," I said truthfully, he seemed to believe me lowering his weapon. " know you said you were going to room 1408 right" I nodded. " you know that's the fourteenth floor, I'm sure you're wanna use someone who's not afraid of death."

The man laughed, the girl that her name was Yoo-Ri was about to protest. " well you're fired, you've done well nursing this old man but it's time to come out of Retirement." He Insisted.

" I want to be a superhero before I die." He proclaimed, he did know this wasn't about playing superhero right even though he wanted to join my mission.

" let me join you?"

I didn't need anyone else they would just slow me down, the only reason why that man went was that he was doing something of his own.

" you're just acting Tough."

His smile dropped, " what?" I know I shouldn't be rude but it's the only way not to get him to come I didn't need to have someone else die on my Conscience. " you're just fooling yourself, no one wants to die."

I mentioned, the man didn't look too happy. " let me explain something to you, young lady not being afraid of death and wanting to die are two very different things. I'm planning to live longer than all the rest of you kids you'll see."

The old man smirked, knowing I wasn't going to change his mind we made our way to the fourteenth floor not knowing what type of monsters awaited there.

When we arrived in the apartment, I opened the door seeing an old man, getting a closer look I saw he was in a wheelchair, I frowned feeling bad then seeing a pair of children a boy and a girl they couldn't have been past the age of ten.

Why didn't they tell me this?

The old man closed the door with a black string that was attached to it, then he held up his Crutches that were made into a weapon. He was good at making those things.

" you know Hyun-Su right?" I asked, his eyes widened, but he gave me a firm yes. " is he alright?" the man asked with concern. I nodded, " he's alright, are leader Eun-Hyuk asked me to come and get you and know I'm guessing the kids."

The man kept quiet, " Why didn't Hyun-Su come?" I small voice asked, it was the little boy that was holding a toy Dinosaur. I smiled and got down to his level.

" he stayed behind to keep people safe from the monsters." I lied, making a funny monster sound. This seemed to make the little boy laugh.

" But you'll see him once we get down there." I patted his head. I guess I'm taking four more people with me. " alright I'll just pack wait here." The old man said going off to get his things.

Not knowing what to do one of the children grabbed my arm. " are you Hyun-Su girlfriend?" The girl asked. My eyes went wide. Girlfriend?

" oh, um on we are just—" I thought about it for a moment. What were we, friends or Acquaintances? Knowing I won't ever be his girlfriend that was impossible during the Situation we were in right now.

" We are just people that know each other," I explained we were nothing more nothing less even though my feelings for him were strong but I didn't know what they were yet?

The girl made an 'Oh' face and changed the subject. " well I'm Su-Yeong and that is my little brother Yeong-Su." They gave me their names. I like how they were the same but in a different order.

After the man returned, he had a big bag of stuff, along with his crutch-like weapon. " I'm ready to get out of here." The man told me I nodded, knowing I Accomplished my first mission hopefully we didn't have to do this anymore.

Heading down I had one of the kids on my back while the other was on Yu-Ri back. I figured that it would be faster just in case the kids didn't run fast enough.

I wonder where that one man is that came up with me? I hoped he was okay after what just happened. Going down the stairs Yeong-Su kept talking to me say how much longer.

" don't worry we are almost there," I assured him whispering, putting my finger up to my lips. I could then feel his little head lay on my shoulder.

We didn't need to be talking just in case because some monsters can hear well from what I've seen. There could be more hiding.

Once we made it down to the first floor, I was surprised at what was going on. There was blood all over the floor with two dead bodies lying there.

One was a man dressed in a Korean military suit and the other was a teenage girl that Mrs. Cha was holding that must have been her daughter. Letting the kid off my back I shield his eyes he didn't need to see this Yu-Ri did the same to Su-Yeong.

Taking both of their hands I lead them

Away. The atmosphere was tense also the rain made it worse. I then noticed the man that had gone up with me. His head was bleeding but his breathing was evident he wasn't dead.

Not knowing what was going on I continued and took the kids to the day-care-Center. Bringing them in they sat down in front of a dollhouse there faces looking glum.

" Su-Yeong why isn't dad here with us?" Yeong-su, cried, I didn't know what to do I thought that man in the wheelchair was their father or something like that?

" They can't, bring dad back. They said it would be too sad for us if they did." she Padded her brothers leg. " that doesn't make any sense though!"

I was about to say something until Mrs. Cha came through the door, " do you mind if I take them off your hands?" She spoke, sadly. I nodded knowing this may be good for her.

Turning to the kids I ruffled there hair, " you listen to her alright." I began, " I actually have to go somewhere." I needed to talk to Eun-hyuk Leaving the room I said my byes and went to find him.

I was angry to say the least, how come he didn't tell me about the children, Like was he just wanting that man?what ever it was I was going to let him have it.

I had stopped to ask a few people and they said he was in the restroom. Not caring I went in there slamming the door open. " so you didn't bother to tell me about the children?"

Eun-Hyuk was washing hands but after hearing me he stopped and looked over. " they would have been a Distraction, I just needed the man." He Plainly admitted. Like he didn't care for them at all. " so what? you just wanted me to leave them there!"

He stayed silent which confirmed it. " the man was are number one Priority." He grabbed a paper towel drying his hands. " if things went south leave them." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

" are you hearing your self? You expect me to leave two Defenseless children against blood thirst monsters." I shook my head this guy was insane.

" I hear myself completely, I would if it came down to it, risking lives wow—" I laughed "instead of making others risk there lives, how about you go and deal with the problem instead of using other people to do it."

I was pretty sure you could see steam coming out of my ears my face felt hot. " your going to have to get use to using people Soo-Nico, I have to use the people I think that are, are best weapon."

People weren't weapons, swinging up my Machete I showed him. " This! This! is a weapon, not humans." He nodded, " I agree completely, but we have to use what we have."

He was about to leave but I blocked the door. " you're twisted aren't you." I moved out of the way as those were my last words to the Psycho.

I was fuming, I couldn't Focus until I heard someone calling my name. I felt guilty for locking him up in there like everyone else but it was for his own good. I just stood there staying still, should I go talk to him and explain?

He was clearly going to ask why I did it. But I couldn't so I just left pretending like I didn't hear anything. I know I was the only one that had been nice to him and Treated him as an equal so this made me feel just as bad.

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[rune-writes]

Dear Zack... (I'll be here)

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

@zerith-week » Day 3: Letters

Word Count: 1916

Rating: G

Summary: What did Aerith write to Zack in the four years he was missing?

Note: this is my first time trying out this format. I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter 3 of Of Wishes and Promises: Zerith Week 2021

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Dear Zack,

How are you? It's me, Aerith. Sorry to send you a letter out of the blue. You haven't been answering your PHS lately. Tseng said you're busy, that your last assignment took you to the western continent and it'd be a while before you can return. So I figured I could send you letters instead. Mom said she used to do this with her husband when he went to the war. Isn't it nice? Exchanging letters like the old couples in stories. Tseng also offered to personally send this to you, so I'm sure you'll get this. Besides, I don't have a PHS, and I'm not going to borrow the Turks' all the time. I know they'll want something in return for letting me use their stuff. Anyway, how is work? Knowing you, you’re probably doing a great job at it, right? How is it like there? I heard you went to the mountains? Is the air as nice and fresh as they say? I hope you can take some time off between your work to enjoy the scenery. I'm sure it's beautiful. Maybe take a picture for me? I'd love to see the places you've been to. I’m fine here, by the way. So is Mom. Don’t worry about me okay and just focus on finishing your job. Take care, Zack. And stay safe.

Sincerely, Aerith

***

Dear Zack,

How are you? Are you still on the mountains? I still haven't heard back from you yet. But no pressure! I know how busy you must be! I can wait hehe. In return, I hope you don't mind me sending you all these letters. I hope they give you some sort of respite, no matter how small. The flowers bloomed especially brilliant today. I brought them around to decorate Leaf House and the community center. The elders all loved it. Are there any flowers blooming where you are, Zack? If there are, what kind? Our flower business is also gaining traction recently. More and more people come to visit our flower wagon. I have the kids to thank for that, I guess. They’ve been telling everyone that I’m on a mission to have flowers bloom all around Midgar. I hope everything is alright on your side, Zack. Stay safe.

Sincerely, Aerith

***

Dear Zack,

The Protection Squad is now well under way, and it seems it’s very well-received. Miss Livy from Leaf House (she’s the headteacher, if you don’t remember) said that since the orphanage operates thanks to everyone's donations, it’s only right for them to return the favor. So the kids have been going around patrolling the areas. Yep, that’s what they call it. They run errands and help people. They’re really turning out more and more like you. Which is a nice thing, actually. Some almost went as far as to accompany me to the playground. Because of the monsters, they said. Someone needed to protect me while you’re away. I appreciated it of course, but I couldn’t let them actually meet monsters, could I? The teachers would kill me if the children had all gone so far to a different reactor. Playing with me at the church is one thing, but going to Sector 6? I would say I could protect them—and I could, mind you—and I always take the safest road there too, but when you have six children under your care then three flying beasts come at you… I’d rather not take that chance. Anyway, enough about me. How is it going for you, Zack? It's been months since we last spoke. I hope everything’s alright there? Are you okay? Are you safe? I hope you get a lot of rest between your jobs. And meals. Some good healthy meals once in a while will do wonders. But I wonder if you can get those in the front lines. I would send you something, but… it’d probably go stale once it reaches you, I think. I pray for your safety, Zack.

Love, Aerith

***

Hi Zack,

Are you still busy? Tseng says you are. Sadly I don’t have anyone else to ask, so I guess he’s the only one I can trust. But sometimes, I wonder if he’s keeping things from me. Won’t be the first… won’t be the last either. You know, I had the most surprising guest today. Some girls visited me at the church, and from the accessories they were wearing, I think they’re your fan club. It’s funny to think you have a fan club. I’m not jealous, though! I just never thought SOLDIERs had fan clubs. I wonder if the other members have one too? That reminds me, I never asked how many of you there are, have I? It was nothing important though. They asked me if I knew you, and when I said I did, they asked what I thought of you. And if I had any messages for you. Weird, huh? It's not like I can't tell you that in person. Well, not now, maybe, but later when you come back. What's weirder is that they all looked so somber. I wonder what happened… Hey, Zack. Did something happen? I… overheard something… They were talking and I heard… It's not true, right? Tseng won't tell me anything, let alone the other Turks. They only said that you're fine. Just super busy that you barely have time to reply. And having bad reception. I can trust them, right? Please talk to me, Zack. I'll wait for you, however long it takes.

Yours, Aerith

***

Zack…

I can't stop thinking something might've happened to you. I don't know who to trust. I don't know who I can talk to. Tseng says you're fine. People say you might've gone missing. I don't even know if these letters are reaching you. Maybe Tseng's been lying to me from the start. Maybe something happened to you that day I couldn't reach you. Do you remember? That afternoon you called me all those months ago? You have no idea how happy that had made me feel. I was so afraid I'd been imposing on you when you’d been so busy at work, so when I received your call, my heart had almost burst! You told me that we could talk the next day, that I could call you if I wanted, and I did, but I couldn't reach… Zack, where are you? Tell me you're alright. Please.

***

Dear Zack,

I'm sorry for being so emotional in my last letter. I asked Tseng to give the letter back, but he said he'd already sent it to you. I'm not sure if I believe him now. I had another surprise guest today. A friend of yours. He said his name was Kunsel. Actually, he's been visiting me for a while now. Kind of regularly. Checking up on me, he said. On your behalf. That's sweet. You have such sweet friends. We talked, then took a walk outside. The weather was really nice this morning. I remember you talking about him a few times, but I didn't realize you were so close. Friends since your early SOLDIER days, he said. I'm… I'm holding onto hope, Zack. I know you're out there. Somewhere. I don't believe what they say. I don't believe what Tseng says. I only believe that you're still alive somewhere. So I'll be here. Always.

Forever yours, Aerith

***

Dear Zack,

I spotted wildflowers today. Just outside Sector 5. Funny, I never noticed them before. I never thought flowers grow anywhere outside the church, or my garden. I stared at them for so long, the people who saw me asked if I was alright. I was fine, of course. Mostly. I miss you, Zack. I wonder if this is the Planet’s way of telling me you’re alive somewhere. You know how wildflowers are, right? They’re small, but no matter how much people trample them, no matter how much the weather beats them down, they always persist. They endure, and survive, and I know that you’re going to pull through whatever ordeal you’re going through right now. I believe in you, Zack. I’m sending a pressed flower I did of one of them. They’re not much, but I hope they give you strength. I… don’t know if these are going to reach you, but I hope the Planet hears my pleas and sends my prayers to you.

Sending you all my love, Aerith

***

Dear Zack,

The sky was really bright today. I find myself looking at it more and more now. You're right. It's not as scary as I thought. I told you the reason I'm scared of it, but that's not all there is. I never did tell you about my mom, did I? Not Elmyra. My other mom. My real mom… She died when I was young, before Elmyra took me in. She died, and I saw her rise to the sky. As if it was sucking her in. I… never saw the sky growing up. You'd think that's why I fear it. But on the contrary, listening to Mom's tales about the outside world, seeing the big, open blue depicted in picture books… I couldn't help but be curious. But then Mom died, and the sky sucked her in. But I'm alright now. I think. Mostly. Because… I need to see if it'd sucked you in too. I want to know if you're still here.

Aerith

***

Dear Zack…

Lately, it feels like I’m just talking to myself here, with these letters. I don't know why I'm still writing these. They’re probably not reaching you anyway. I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Maybe it's become a habit by now. Maybe writing to you gives me some sort of solace, some sort of notion that you’re still here. That you’re not gone and I can still see you. I had a dream. You were standing at the edge of a precipice in a landscape of white. It was warm and cold. I tried calling for you, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I chased after you, but the distance between us only grew. Is it my fault, somehow? Were you not supposed to have met me? The Planet is not answering my prayers and even in my dreams, you refused to see me. I hate this. I don’t want this. You’re still out there, I know it, but my heart grows heavy with each passing day. I didn’t realize waiting was so hard. I wonder how Mom endured it, standing on that train platform all day everyday, hoping against hope that her husband would return. Give me strength, Zack. I want to see you. I want to wait for you. I want to believe you'll come back. I don’t want to lose you.

***

Zack…

Where are you?

Come home

***

Dear Zack…

I feel like I should apologize. We promised to sell the flowers under the sky together, but this morning, I braved myself to take the train to the upper plate. It was daunting, to say the least. But I know what you mean now. The sky really opens up when you don't have steel plates covering it. It's… really not scary at all. Though I'd be lying if I didn't keep my head down half of the time. But it's a step forward, right? Now I can look up at the sky even if I don't have you with me... It's really beautiful, Zack. I wish you could see it with me.

Aerith

~ END ~

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[bbychilly]

“Sorry, Chilly, but I choose Olivia” • Ben Chilwell

Day 15 💗

“Have you fastened her?” you sat in the passenger seat and checked if you didn’t forget to take baby food and her favorite toy.

“Of course, love” Ben was already sitting nearby. “(Y/N), Olivia, are you ready, girls?”

“Yes!” the baby clapped her hands, singing the lyrics of the song that dad turned on in the car.

“Do you think they’ll get along?” you asked softly, when you were already halfway to Madders’ house. Olivia fell asleep sweetly, because of the tiredness from singing all daddy’s songs, albeit the wrong lyrics.

“Don't even doubt it, (Y/N)” Ben answered in a whisper, slowing the car down a bit. “Madders loves kids.”

“There definitely won't be a problem with James. I mean Olivia. She’s a very modest girl, she takes hostility with all men except dad and grandfathers. I’m worrying.”

“Don’t worry, baby” he put his free hand on your lap and, distracting from the road for a second, kissed you on the cheek. “Almost arrived.”

James was waiting for you near the gates to get to know little angel as soon as possible. He talked Ben's ears off that he’s eager to meet Olivia for the first time, that he wants to see your mini copy. To his disappointment, the baby didn’t run out to Uncle James with open arms. She was sleeping and wasn’t going to wake up.

“Shh, Madders, she's sleeping” Ben put his index finger on his friend's lips as he was about to say something joyfully and loudly. “Better help us.”

You took Olivia’s bike, Ben carefully passed the sleeping kid to James and took all the bags, which was quite a lot.

“God, James, this is so sweet...” you stopped in the middle of the room, paying attention to the small gift that was lying in the corner of the sofa.

“Madders...” Ben put the bags on the floor and lightly hug you around shoulders. “So that's why you were asking what kind of sweets and toys Olivia likes.”

“Why are you talking so loud? You people call themselves parents. The baby is sleeping, please be quiet” he sat on the sofa, not letting the girl out of his hands. “She’s so cute.”

You talked for about twenty minutes before Olivia woke up. She opened her green eyes and starred in surprise at the uncle in whose arms she was laying.

“Hi baby” James smiled sweetly.

“Mom...” she muttered softly, holding out her hands somewhere in the air, in search of her mother.

“I'm here, babygirl” you smiled too.

The girl quickly jumped off Madders’ lap and ran to you. You were sitting in Ben’s hugs, so the child jumped into your arms, clinging to her father’s shoulder. Ben gently stroked the girl through her brown hair and picked her up, getting up from the couch.

“Olivia, meet Uncle James” Ben sat next to his friend and tried to turn the child around, facing James. The girl clung harder and harder to dad. “Baby, don’t be afraid. Uncle James is very kind, he’s daddy’s best friend. He won’t hurt you” absolutely nothing helped. Ben turned to you, shrugging his shoulders, and noticed your upset look.

Madders took his present from the sofa and handed it to the girl.

“Look” he touched her back, “this is for you.” Your favorite chocolate bar and soft, furry kitten.”

Olivia turned and looked apprehensively at James and his presents. Madders tried to smile as sweetly as possible, although Ben knew that he was upset that Olivia was afraid of him.

“Do you like pets, huh?” Ben handed the kid over to James, even though she didn’t want to.

“Yeah” Olivia muttered softly. “Are these gifts for me?”

“Of course, you can eat a chocolate bar now.”

“First you need to eat something proper” you said, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen to warm the food. “Ben, please bring the bag we forgot from the car.”

You left the room, leaving James and Olivia alone. The girl was still sitting in Madders’ arms, hugging a teddy cat.

“You can eat a chocolate bar” he winked at the child.

“But mom said that I can’t...”

“But I said, that you can” James smiled and unpacked a chocolate bar. Olivia giggled, but still doubted a little. She was afraid that her mother would tell her off and James seemed to read her mind. “Don’t be afraid, if mom wants to punish anyone, it’ll be me, who she can punish, okay?”

When you came back with some food, Olivia was laughing, licking her fingers from the chocolate. James stood near the TV and tried to turn on at least some cartoon, but couldn’t find the children’s channel: all the channels were sports ones.

“Hey, Olivia! I told you not to eat sweets.”

“But Uncle James said...”

“Olivia!” Ben said sternly, “You have to listen to your parents, not to Uncle James.”

“Don't be mad at her” James said, raising the child in his arms. “I let her do it.”

“But...” you literally were speechless.

Diego ran into the room, wagging his tail. He ran to Ben, joyfully yapping and slightly bouncing. The puppy was definitely glad to see Ben. The guy squatted and stroked the dog’s back.

“Hey bud, I haven’t seen you for so long,” he said.

“Wow” Olivia's eyes glittered. “Puppy! Uncle James, why didn't you tell me you have a dog?”

Madders shrugged and lowered the three-year-old girl to the floor. She ran to the puppy and took him in her arms, throwing a toy to the side. With a serious look Olivia carried Diego with her to the sofa and sat on the pillow, laying the dog next to her. Diego was licking her hands, making her laugh cheerfully.

“Let's watch cartoons!” Olivia said loudly.

“Sorry, princess, I don’t have a channel with cartoons” James continued to search, changing channels. Football flashed across the screen, but Madders continued to flick through.

“Dad! Daddy was there!” shouted the girl.

“Will you watch football?” Maddison asked with a smile on his face.

“I’ll watch daddy!”

You and Ben sat next to the girl, but the child got up off the couch and ran to James, crawling into his arms. Madders smiled widely and hugged Olivia, stroking her head. You watched the match to the end and decided to have your own match in the garden. Ben played on the same team with Olivia, and you with James. Maddison was a goalkeeper and purposefully dived the wrong way several times when the girl wanted to score a goal.

“What could be cuter than a mini (Y/N), that celebrates a goal with dad” James whispered in your ear when the child cried out again joyfully and rushed to hug daddy.

In the evening it was time to go home. You went out to put all your stuff in a car and asked Ben and James to get Olivia ready. They played hide and seek, and Ben still couldn’t find his daughter and his friend.

“Are you still not ready?” you asked, going into the room.

“I can’t find our daughter, what a shame” Ben said sarcastically and loudly, pointing you to the pink socks, which were visible from behind the curtains.

“Oh my God, then we have to go home without her” you started stomping your feet, as if you were leaving.

You and Ben expected Olivia to run after you with the words “Mommy, daddy! I’m here! I’m coming!” But this didn’t happen. From the next room you heard James laugh loudly and after a second he came up to you, still laughing.

“That's all guys, I won” he couldn't stop laughing, “Olivia stays with me. Apparently she no longer wants to go with her parents.”

Ben rolled his eyes and gave James a friendly kick.

“I want to go with mom and dad” Olivia said sadly, finally getting out of her place where she was hiding. “I just don’t want to leave Uncle James...” she went to Madders and buried her face in his pants.

“Oh my baby...” James seemed about to cry. He lifted the kid in his arms and hugged her tightly. “We’ll definitely see each other as soon as possible. I promise” he put a sweatshirt on her and handed her over to her father. You were already on the doorstep.

“Bye bye, my best friend.” Olivia smiled and waved at him. You put her in a car seat and fastened her seat belt.

“She said that I’m her best friend, or did I hear wrong?” James didn’t stop smiling.

“Yeah, she did say, but please remember that you’re my best friend” Ben patted his shoulder as a goodbye.

“Sorry, Chilly, but I choose Olivia.”

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[ziracona]

Sorry if this has been asked before but, I'm really curious about how you would have written Max in the story if he were to be there? He's one of my personal favorite characters and finding redemption stories about him is kinda hard (You have no idea how happy I was when I read Claudette threw him a scarf to stay warm, like yes please; he's a feral child in a killer's body, but please stay warm)

I don’t think I have been, and no problem!

If Max had had a larger role in ILM, I am not 100% sure how I’d have written his perosnality, since I haven’t had to do it yet in-depth, but I know he’d be very angry and both defensive and aggressive towards everything, warry, skittish, hostile. Not bad necessarily, but humans will raise hackles and be ready to lash out and bite if they’ve all they’ve ever known is abuse the same way a mistreated cat or dog would, or like, most any living thing. I think he’s very lonely and unloved, and it’s hard for humans to survive without positive contact and affirmation and physical affection. I mean, if we’re left alone totally, we literally just die. But since his only experience with humans—and his parents/the people who should have loved him most no less—was nothing but danger and abuse and isolation and imprisonment, I think it’d be very hard for him to be approached. Not at all impossible, but man, it is really, really hard to convince someone who’s been through torrential rains of abuse that there’s something else to be given.

I do have ideas on how you could get through, but let me think about personality first. Well, aside from aggressive, defensive, skittish, warry, and hostile, like inborn traits to go along with learned, I think he is a very volatile person. He must be enduring and strong to survive what he did and live, and so determined and tenacious. —Oh! Hang on, big one before I forget. So, I am not a forefront authority in Disability as it relates to narrative, but I know quite a bit and was lucky enough to have a professor whose central areas were Disability, Horror, and Disability in Horror. I don’t know who exactly popularized the idea of Max as having basically a child’s mind in an adult’s killer body, though I think I’ve been told it was one person or story? Maybe it was just a big fandom take. But that’s one of the most prevailing and harmful disability stereotypes, especially for mental disabilities, and horror is a massive offender in general with both disabilities and disorders, and we need to do better & listen to the communities themselves more. I don’t mean this in a harsh way at all—I don’t even know if you meant ‘feral child in a killer’s body’ that way, or meant like, ‘this feral man in a killer’s body is my child TuT’—which is a totally different statement—and even with the former, I know people have had that idea of Max super popularized and are inundated with it, and most people I think just don’t know it’s a very harmful and prevalent stereotype period—I didn’t until I was in my 20s. But I think it’s important to bring attention to it when it’s brought up. Many of the bad things done to people with disabilities come from treating them as not fully actualized humans (I guess I should say ‘us’), and some of those ways are easy to spot, because they’re cruel, and some are harder, because they seem positive. The ‘child mind in an adult body’ is a huge one for disabilities that doesn’t seem awful at first glance, but actually is a huge problem. Unfortunately, human children also get treated by and large as not fully realized humans (as in autonomous & worthy of respect and self-determination—obvs there are some differences that are important, but a child is still an entire ass human & should be respected as such). The painting a physically and mentally disabled character as childlike or mentally trapped as a child is used to control and take autonomy and gravity from our opinions and lives. It’s also just like, not accurate. But the biggest thing is that it takes agency from individuals and paints them as less intelligent, less capable of wanting or pursing more ‘adult’ things [such as jobs or sex or protesting for their rights or having informed opinions on current events and doing something about it], and tries to paint that permanent, life-long dehumanization as a positive thing by making it cute or innofenssive at first glance. While still discounting disabled as kids, passing off autonomy and decisions to their caregivers, and ignoring our status as equal and actualized individuals. Stunted learning or growth or different ways of speaking, moving, and limitations understanding certain things don’t actually make disabled people like children. They’re just adults who sometimes have some very different ways of speaking or thinking or seeming or being. But it’s super important that we’re still adults and like, have the actualized self of adults, even if our speech patterns seem weird. There’s a huge and extremely important difference between an adult with social hangups around sensitive areas and social norms, and being a child. If you didn’t know any of that, don’t feel too bad, again like, people who aren’t disabled almost never talk about disability theory or issues, and I didn’t know this till I was in my 20s. But I feel really bad for Max and bad about how he is usually characterized, so it is important to bring this up.

Okay! That all said, I think personality wise, Max would be really fun to write. Because you have two levels—you have the taught things—fear, aggression, etc, and his inborn perosnality. There is very little canon about Max, but we know he never left home after freeing himself, he steals clothes from scarecrows or whatever he can find, and he’s probably in his early 20s or maybe to his mid 20s now. Since he never left home, I’d think he’s probably a little more cautious and anctious by nature, even with all that rage. I think he’d be sentimental if he ever was given something to love. He must have attachment to things pretty easily, and would I think have liked people a lot because of that, if life had been different. Would have been a shy but friendly and hopeful farm boy. Now, he’s kind of a broken mess, sadly. He’s had it super pounded in by family he is worthless and horrific and disgusting and a monster and an abomination, so I think he expects all humans to take one look and violently feel the same towards him. Taught humans are cruel, and he isn’t safe with them, and the only thing that will stop them and protect himself is unchecked aggression.

So, when it comes to like, getting close enough to him to redeem him, it’s rough, because again, he’d be very very aggressive. I mean, even after killing his parents, he mutilated the animals on the farm in rage, and continued to viciously hurt and then kill anything living he could find on the farm, so he’s got a lot of danger, and he really leaned into violence to protect himself. It’s what he knows now. I think he’s still lonely — like, so lonely he’s sick with it — but unlike Anna and Michael, he’s never known love, so I don’t think he’s even aware of that, and it’s on a pretty subconscious level. Plus, he has even less understanding of human communication and rules and gestures than the other feral killers, so it’d be really hard to get through to him. I think about the only plausible way is really, really, really fuckin slowly, through repeated gifts and kindnesses for no reason (like Claude with the scarf but every day for three years)—the same way you’d try to get through to a feral cat, since like other living things, humans also are wary and mistrustful when hurt, but can be socialized into new situations and do have a pretty set list of gifts and actions we appreciate. I mean, if I was feral, I would start to soften if repeatedly left chocolates and big warm coats and picture books to look at, pretty rocks. I have a crow heart.... >.> Or, the much more likely option, you’d have to catch him or find him captured and helpless, and then be kind instead of doing anything bad at all, and help him for a somewhat extended period of time, nurse him back to health or such, so he’d be forced to actually realize this person isn’t trying to hurt him—they’re trying to help.

I think Max would get less hostile slowly and cautiously because like, if you’ve ever been horribly abused you know you’re afraid to be hurt again. But also, if you’re alone, there’s a battle between wanting some kind of constact and love, and the fear of trying to trust someone only to be brutally torn up again and cast aside. It’s a painful place to be. But I think once he made it over that initial trust hurdle, and could bring himself to stop shuddering at a touch and to believe the person helping him was just trying to give him food, not poison or something to choke on, he’d be absolutely overcome, becuase if you’ve never been shown kindness and then are, overwhelmingly, it’s really hard to process. There’s a lot of psychology stuff about how we form our understandings and processing of each other and the world that I’m not gonna go into much bc convoluted, but it’d be like the opposite weirdly of a Just World break. The realization some things are less awful than your cemented life understanding structure. It would feel wrong and be hard to process (and rewireing a brain takes some time), but he’s been so alone for so long, I think the longing for people would get through, and he would cautiously start to trust and be just bowled over and kind of intimidated by the strength of like, the love and affection and gratitude and belonging he’d start to feel. I think he’d be afraid, becuase it’s not how life is meant to go, and jumpy, but he’d also just be lost to the happiness of actually having some kind of positive human connection, and become fiercely protective of whoever (or whichever people) was/were helping him. Got something he doesn’t want to lose now.

He’s young, so he’s going to still be figuring stuff out, and he had an awful upbringing, so lots of confusion and anger and un-learning too, but I’m really glad you liked that scene!! 😭 and that you like Max too, because he needs more love. I like him a lot too, that’s why he ends up with an undetermined fate instead of, like, dead in ILM. I’d like to give him a fully story role sometime, when there’s more space for it. He’s such a complex and unfortunate guy, he deserves a chance to grow more right and find people who are different and have a better future. TuT. It ain’t fair how his life was.

#ask #anonymous #dead by daylight #the hillbilly #in living memory (fic) #in living memory #max thompson jr #sorry if this didn’t answer all you wanted it was getting so long I was starting to sweat nervously >.> #but hope you enjoy it & the mini introduction to disability theory stuff—it’s super fascinating you should check some of the writing out #sometime! especially since there’s so much history there with horror ahhh now I want to go read...academic writing? gross wtf is wrong with #me TuT I’ve become my own enemy I lived long enough to occasionally wish to read academic papers bleah #*bleah lol

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 4)

"Wonderful Tonight"

Luna and Colson have been sitting by the pool together for the last couple hours as the party disintegrates. He fires up a joint and passes it to her. Then fires up another for himself.

"Cheers." She says lifting her joint, he chuckles lifting his. It had been a wild but intimate night. They had partied with tons of mutual and new friends, both keeping up their social personas. Yet, they still had also found the time and space to get to know each other. They had talked about their childhoods, parents, more about his daughter, drug use, fame. He wanted her to listen to his new album he was working on. She played him some of her own stuff. The only things they didn't discuss inside out were the separate worries on each of their minds.

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"So, how long have you known Ash and Pete? He asks her.

"Ahhh... A long time" she begins "I've known them both since we were kids starting out on the scene. I met her at a house party when we were like 15/16 maybe? She had ran away from home and we clicked, so I brought her home like a lost kitten for a few days." Luna smiles while laughing. "My Mom-mom looooves her. And Pete, she loves him too..." She continues "There used to be this great bar in BedStuy called the Boobie Trap. They never carded and did all kinds of different open mics. So, you'd get this great crowd and incredible range of acts. It was a really fucking cool spot, I used to post up there sometimes, just to shoot or draw. That's where I met Pete, he was just wandering around. So green." She smiles. I grabbed him one night and we smoked a blunt in the cut. To this day, he's one of my favorite motherfuckers." She says with a grin and a hint of amusement in her blue eyes. "I'm pretty sure I have a photos of him from that night." She laughs. "How bout you?" She asks.

"I met them both on set." He says "Just kinda hit it off right away with Ash, you know?" He looks at her. "I met Pete on Wilden' Out but we didn't click until The Dirt. Been rolling hard ever since." It's almost sunrise and little glints of light bounce off her hair. Her blue eyes sparkle.

"She's absolutely Fucking gorgeous." He can't help but think.

"You are amazing in 'The Dirt'. Completely embodied Tommy. You should be VERY proud of yourself." She says.

"Thank you, that means a lot coming from someone who knows him well." He says smiling at her. "I really worked hard to prepare for the roll."

"Your performance shows it." She smiles at him.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Those eyes and that smile....." Colson's head swims

"So, you and Ash ever hook up?" She asks with a knowing smile.

Caught off gaurd, sheepishly he looks at her "You know the answer to that."

"I do." She replies with an amused smile. She likes to see him squirm.

"You don't believe it?" He asks.

"I mean, I heard it in real time." she says shrugging "So, I know one version of the truth." She smirks.

"Was it... 'Thought it was gonna be awesome, ended up weird and awkward, better off friends'?"

Luna bursts out laughing "Pretty much!"

"You ever hook up with Pete?"

"Fuck no!!" She laughs "We're too good of friends. Youuuuuuu?" She asks.

"ME? He recoils "Fuck outta here!" He laughs too.

"So...." She says with a mischievous smile, wiggling her butt in her seat. "Tell me something...." She inhales deeply, bites her bottom lip, exhales slowly then says "Tell me something you are afraid of, embarrassed about or just don't want me to know." She says with her blue eyes daring him.

"THIS Bitch is a motherfucking mind reader." Colson thinks to himself in disbelief. "FUCK."

"Hmm..." He tries to play it cool. "Aight, I gotchu." He says sitting up, pulling her closer to him. "I remember when you took that picture of me. I looked for you all night after I got off stage but you were GHOST!" He chuckles, looks down at their hands wrapped in each other, then back at her. "That means, I've had a crush on you for almost 10yrs. without even knowing your name. Only this insane vibe you and your smile gave me..." He looks away. "It's fucking crazy.... I gotta know, though. Where the fuck did you go that night because I looked everywhere and asked everyone and it's been bugging the hell outta me for fucking ever." He looks at her, slightly annoyed, slightly embarrassed.

"So much for playing it cool, Asshole." Colson lectures himself.

A little caught off gaurd, Luna squeezes his hands and looks at him with a sweet smile. "I remember that night too. Very well. That's why I knew I had those negatives. I also remember that exact moment. That's why I chose that picture." She says in almost a husky whisper, looking up into his eyes lovingly.

"So you felt it?" He asks.

"I did." She admits, still holding his gaze.

"Why couldn't I find you then?" He asks her quietly.

This breaks her gaze. She turns her head. Staring out silently.

"ANNNND HERE IT IS, Loons.... If you tell him why you left you better tell him the whole fucking thing. UGH. I hate my fucking life."

She inhales deeply, sighing. This time rubbing her forehead with her hands, finally resting her chin in one, covering her mouth, while her elbow is propped upon her knee. She turns to Colson, who's legs are swinging him back and forth in the swivel patio chair he's sitting in. He stops once he catches her eye, leans forward, fingers interlaced. "Tell me."

"Psh. You'd better watch your tone with me. Especially if I'm about to put all my cards on the table too." She states, staring at him unwaveringly.

"I'm sorry. Please tell me." Colson asks leaning closer.

She unlaces his fingers, wrapping hers inside his, looking him in the eyes. "You couldn't find me because I had left because I DID feel it. I had a boyfriend and I knew..." She trails off shaking her head "I don't know what I knew but I knew it wouldn't be fair to him." She says sadly.

He looks at her "That's definitely NOT what I was expecting. You left because you had a boyfriend, instead of being some thot and cheating on him...? Why do you seem so sad about that?" He asks.

She lets go of his hands, scootches back in her chair, drawing her knees up. She's back to rubbing her forehead again. He's starting to notice her little ticks. Sighing is one of them, which she does again before she speaks.

"It's not the night. It's the boyfriend. We were together for 7yrs. 2yrs by the time you and I seen each other. We had a band. An apartment. We had problems but I thought we were happy and figuring them out. Until I came home one afternoon, almost 3 years ago..." She trails off. Eyes welling. She leans down and looks at the ground before looking up into his eyes sadly. Tears trying not to break. "And I found him hanging in our bedroom." She swallows hard, looking back down, letting the tears flow.

"Well the damage is done." She thinks as her heart sinks.

"That's why I'm out here staying with Ash. I finally sold our place and don't really know where I'm going or what's next."

A little shocked but more concerned for her, he slightly stands, scooping her up from her chair, before sitting back down. She shifts in his lap to rest her face against his bare neck and chest. He wraps his arms around her, stroking her hair. They don't say anything for a moment. Just hold each other and breathe.

"FUCK!! Just like Chester." He sadly thinks of his friend while he squeezes her tight. He's thought about it before and even tried but... "FUCK. Pete told me about this, he was his friend too." As Colson's mind races, he has a sudden urge to never let her go.

She lifts her head off of his neck, he wipes her tears away with his large thumbs. "Is that too much for you?" She asks, bracing herself.

"No." He leans up to kiss her. She lets him fully inside of her mouth. Letting his tongue drown out the buzz in her head. He breaks away, saying "Here, stand up." After he lifts her to her feet, he messes around with his phone for a moment before setting it down and taking Luna's hand. "Dance with me." He says to her as he pulls her close and the opening chords to 'You Look Wonderful Tonight' begin to play.

🎶It's late in the evening...🎶

He begins to sing to her, as her blue eyes look up into his, one hand running down his face, the other in his hand against his chest. She smiles, laying her face next to it. His other hand is on the top of her ass. He uses it to pull her closer as they dance to Clapton in the early CA morning. No words need to be said other than the lyrics he chooses.

He lifts her chin, singing.

🎶And then she asks me, do I feel alright. And I said, Bunny, I feel WONDERFUL tonight🎶 with a huge grin.

She laughs and asks if he planned it. "Not at all. Everything about us is kismet." He sings, with a wink before he lightly kisses her and she lays her head back on his bare chest.

Once the song finishes he looks down at her with a smile, sending her into a twirl, which makes her giggle as she comes back to his chest.

"Let me take you to bed. It's been a long day and all I really wanna do is hold you." He tells her.

"Ok." She responds, leaning up to kiss him once more, before taking his hand and letting him lead her into the house.

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To be continued.....

#mgk #mgk fanfic #fangirl #lovestory #machine gun kelly #mgk imagine #series #long reads #love story #fanfic #fantasy #fandom #not safe for minors #not safe for tumblr #wonderful tonight #colson baker #party #drugs #marijuana #mgk x reader #mgk smut #mgk!tommy lee #sweetie #dancing #eric clapton

[pirotehnist]

Farmer's Market Chapter 8- Rewritten!

The man sat perched on the edge of the table. Blue, mesmerising flames circled his head like a halo, but left no burn. Despite all that, he was still considerably smaller and less intimidating than Salvador. Didn't make him any less of a threat.

-Let's see what we got here, he cooed.

In one swift motion, Bones raised his hand to quickly touch the other man's forehead, who was then filled by a soft, buzzing feeling.

-So, he began, making motions with his hand as if flipping the pages of an imaginary book. You had a fight.

-Get out of my memories! hissed Salvador.

-Relax. And, Vincent, if you're wondering, that fella Griffin- not that I know who he is, he's not mad at you. He thinks it's his fault, he condescendingly continued. And he'd be righ-

Salvador felt like his blood was boiling.

-You're a coward, you know that? he spat. You're sitting here, with probably 2 or 3 of your minions at the door, ready to bust in if I attack you, and you think that because I'm tied up I'm not gonna do anything.

-I'll have you know, sighed the other, none of my men are eavesdropping at the door. And I'm not going to fight you. I have important matters to talk to you about.

-Like what?

-You'll figure.

From his pockets, Bones retrieved a small black box, and took out what looked like a cigarette. It was also black, with a blue sort of ash inside it.

-You smoke? he asked Salvador.

-No.

Bones grinned.

-Liar.

Salvador picked blindly at the rope around his hands, trying to find a knot. No luck.

-Let me help you with that, offered Bones.

-You think I'm stupid enough to turn my back on you?

-Then who do you think is gonna help you, huh? Come on, humor me.

The other man begrudgingly let him go around him, trying to follow his movements with his eyes.

Two strong cuts, and he was done. Salvador rolled his wrists for a second, before abruptly pinning Bones to the wall by his neck. Rudely causing his cigarette to fall out too.

The smaller man raised his arms, and made an indifferent expression.

-Come on, go ahead, he hissed. Squeeze harder, see if it does anything. It's not my time to die, Vincent. It ain't happening yet.

Yet. Yet. That word echoed in Salvador's head as he suddenly gasped and let Bones fall to the floor.

-You're about to leave soon!

-Exactly. Why else would I bring you here, huh? To watch a movie? Shoot the breeze? I told you I just want to talk.

His tone seemed to soften a bit.

-You know the drill, he sighed. 30 years livin' time, 30 sleepin', rinse and repeat. That's the Grim Reaper cycle.

-And? What do you have to talk about? If you're thinking of asking, no, I'm not taking over the mafia again.

-I don't want to ask for anything! he cried out. I just- There's some things I've been meaning to ask you.

And even though Salvador wouldn't admit it, he did feel a bit sorry for how the other's voice trembled just a little at the end. He lowered himself to where he was sitting.

-About what?

Bones rested his head on the wall behind him.

-Why did you leave me behind?

-I didn't leave you behind, Bones. You refused to go forward. That's what you didn't understand.

-Oh.

Bones looked like a train ran him over.

-Oh God, he continued. I'm a creep. That's why you kept avoiding me!

-I didn't leave because I was tired of you, I was tired of this whole thing. I don't want death at my heels anymore.

He swallowed dryly.

-And, when you left… hesitated Bones, you got exactly that.

-I didn't resent you when I left, sighed Salvador. I just wanted you to respect my decision.

-When you left, I still waited for you outside, sadly smiled the other. It was raining, and I just hoped you'd come back, he choked up. I think I called you, too. I don't even remember who came after me. I just felt two arms guiding me back inside, and the rest is a blur. It was… real pathetic, wasn't it?

-I wish we'd kept in touch. Not in… the way we really did. I wish you knew I'm not mad at you.

-Don't blame yourself. I wish I talked to you sooner. Now look at me! One foot in the grave, and 10 hours left at best.

Salvador smiled as Bones placed his hand on his shoulder.

-There's some other stuff I think I need to apologise for too, he remarked. I think I was just plain creepy throughout all of… this. I don't even know how to begin it.

-I understand you, sighed Salvador. It's ok.

Just for a split second, the other man's eyes went pure white.

He slumped forward, hunched as if in pain.

-I think this whole "hibernation" thing might be starting sooner that I thought, he winced.

-Now?

He shook his head.

-Maybe we could talk for a bit, suggested Salvador. I mean… there's probably been some stuff going on around here. Bones, who's gonna lead these guys after you leave 'em?

Bones smiled a bit.

-Remember Kreutz?

-That weird guy, with the- he made gestures with his hands above his head, making Bones laugh- horns and all?

-Exactly. We got closer after you left. He's good, he'll manage just fine.

Oh, he remembered him alright. He was… very well mannered. A mix of shyness and a strong desire to be loud and speak out, no wonder he managed to make himself second to the throne.

-If you say so.

-How about you, huh, Vincent? How's it going, with the big house and all? I heard you turned it into a hotel of sorts.

-Eh, somewhere along those lines. It's like having roommates! Still have a part of it to myself though.

-And? You got, you know- Bones nudged Salvador and made a face- anyone to "share" it with?

Salvador felt like he just turned 3 shades redder, which he probably did.

-Couldn't you figure it out just from going through my head? No, I don't, thanks for rubbing salt in the wound. But... I'm happy, he nodded.

-I'm… I'm glad you left. It did you good. You're softer. And I'm glad you're finally happy.

Salvador smiled. It felt nice to have this sort of weight lifted off his shoulders.

-I wish I changed my approach sooner, murmured the other, suddenly turning the tone of the conversation around. My time's running out, and I don't think I'm ready.

-Don't worry. I promise, it's going to be ok.

-You always promised that.

-And you believed me, because at least half the time I was right.

***

In a living room next town over, Monday put her hand on Griffin's back.

-Mr Griffin, she sighed, why would you mourn over a possibly living body?

-It's not- I'm not mourning. I'm perfectly rational. He could be dead! Do you realise how that feels? My best friend might be dying and I'm just- I'm just sitting here and not doing anything! I just don't know what to do, he groaned, muffling his own words by leaning on Lady Alligator, who has the misfortune of sitting next to him on the couch.

The Lady wrapped an arm around him and didn't say a word. She wasn't worried, and she told them that. She trusted Salvador to get himself out of there alive. What she was occupying herself with were the papers from the library.

-Griffin, she asked, do you know in loosely what direction they took him? Or how their car looked?

-I told you that I don't.

-Well then- she squinted her eyes at the documents in front of her- what in the world could we do? You've done all that you could. Now all you can do is wait. And stop chewing on those damn bandages! At least take them off, Salvador put them on your hands when when you- oh. Her face fell. Never mind, I'm sorry.

Griffin hesitantly let his hand fall from his mouth and ran his fingers over the strips of gauze and bandaids on it. He instinctively reached over to the glass jar resting on the table, pulling it in his arms.

-It's just hard to tell how I feel. I know there's not much to do, yet I still want to do something about this situation, but I don't know what! I feel like it's my fault without knowing why.

-It's not, and you can't do anything more about it. If you'd want to distract yourself though, you could help me with deciphering these papers instead.

From the other side of the room, Monday grabbed Toby by the arm and got up, leading them both in the yard. With the sound of a clink, she plopped down next to a nearby tree.

-I've gotten tired of listening to them. All that's been talked and whined about is Salvador. Do you think he's always like that?

-You're very rude. Mr Griffin's just… going through a weird patch.

-He might as well be going through not only a patch, but a whole weird field! she shrugged, gesturing for Toby to sit next to her. We aren't even sure Salvador's dead yet!

-But he might be.

-So? Being dead's not as bad as you think. Which you should already know.

-If this tree had any fruit in it, I'd hope for one to fall and hit you, replied Toby quite dryly.

Monday smiled. She got up, her dress swishing around her.

Lady Alligator opened the front door and stepped outside.

-Kids, you're just not gonna believe this!

They both got up and hurried inside, curious about what might have happened.

-I think, she began, we just might have figured what's the deal with these papers. You see a few letters are just a tiny, little bit lower than the others?

They hovered over the documents, passing them from hand to hand, and she sure was right. Just a few letters, too precise to be accidental.

-And? asked Toby. Do they spell anything?

-Yes, actually.

Griffin showed him a small paper, with a few letters scribbled on it.

-I'm afraid they can't be read, though. It doesn't make any sense.

On the paper were scribbled "L, F, K, D, E, R, G". In a very messy handwriting, mind you.

-Maybe it's coded? suggested Toby.

-I'll get Marlene to help us, stated the Lady as she got up. She's the code nerd, she'll have an idea.

And with that she was headed upstairs, from which she returned with the girl, who didn't look very pleased to have been disturbed from her own bussiness.

-Looks like a buncha' trash to me, she said, barely glancing at the paper.

-Come on! At least think about it.

She squinted at the paper.

-Might be the Caesar Code. Swap every letter with the one 3 places ahead in the alphabet.

Toby tried calculate the letters in his head, and so did the others.

-It says "Ichabod", blurted out Griffin.

-Like in The Headless Horseman?

He glared at Lady Alligator.

-I think Salvador knew a guy, she said. Total weirdo. Don't know anything more though.

-Well, Marlene rolled her eyes, let me wip out the Ouija Board and ask him!

Griffin glared at her too.

-Well, I'm done here, he sighed as he got up. I'm gonna go lay down, I feel sick.

#chapter 8 #farmers market #ocs #my writing #excerpts from my writing #writers #excerpt from a book i'll never write

[depressoespressopliz]

Echo Coupé and Boston Benz's life was for once great and as they wanted. They were happily married, and proud parents to two wonderful sons- And now having a third child on the way. The road to get where they now where had been rough, and filled with pain and loss but now it was finally over.. They hoped. The little family lived a fancy life- Being one of the richest cars in the world. Boston was still owning his successful casino and Echo had become an lawyer. Work kept the two adults busy but it didn't stop their love for each others nor their children.

The morning started like any usual morning. The family woke up and ate breakfast in the kitchen, preparing for work and school.

''So, got anything exciting to look forward to at work?'' Boston asked, nuzzling his partner affectionly.

''Nah. Just the usual.'' Echo shrugged and nuzzled Boston back. ''I'll only look forward to getting home again and spend some time with you~''

''Mmm~''

''Ewww.'' The couple's young sons cringed at their parent's affection towards each others.

Boston laughed. ''Alright, children, finish up your breakfast and we'll head to school.''

''Nooo Dx'' The young cars complained.

''Heh.'' Echo chuckled before packing his things and driving to the exit. ''See you tonight again.''

''Good luck, and be careful.'' Boston said before giving Echo a kiss on the lips.

''I will.'' Echo giggled. ''Bye, kids.''

The kids waved as Echo left the house. Boston soon got the two to school before heading to work himself.

Boston was always the one who got home first, and tonight was no different. He loved coming home to his children and spend time with them until Echo came home. Boston's best friend, a Black Lykan Hypersport named Regan Revs, would always keep an eye on the kids while he and Echo was at work, Boston was always thankful for that.

''I know I always say this, but thanks again for watching the kids, Reg. I'm owe you.'' Boston said.

''Ah, it's no problem.'' Regan smirked. ''I like those little things.'' He chuckled. ''I guess I'll see you again next week?''

Boston nodded. ''You know it.'' He smiled.

''Heh.'' Regan winked and left.

Boston smirked before turning to his sons. ''Alright, who wants to go and buy Sushi?''

''Usss!'' The kids chirped happily.

''Heh, alright. Let's roll.''

Echo sighed heavily as he packed his stuff from his office. Today had been a long day, as usual, and the pregnancy didn't make it better as he got exhausted way too quickly. He couldn't wait until he could get some time off, darn, he looked forward to that. Once he finished packing his stuff, he slowly made his way out of the office and down the road towards home, soon stopping at the traffic signals. At the left, an Red Ford F-150, appearing to be drunk, it drove against the red signals and.. CRASH. It felt like it all went in slow-motion- The huge pick-up truck crashed into Echo who went rolling over the road, only to land in the ditch, completely blacked out.. Everything went quiet. Then the sirens of emergency vehicles were soon heard.

Boston was getting worried, Echo hadn't come home at the time he usually arrived home at. Then.. The phone rang, Boston wasted no time and answered immediately. The voice on the other side on the phone spoke in a rather pained tone.

''::Is this Boston Benz?::''

''::Yes..::'' Boston nodded.

The voice sighed. ''::I'm calling from the police. I'm afraid there's been an accident..::''

Boston gluped, nervous. ''::I'm listening..::''

''::It's your husband.. Echo Coupé... He's been in a traffic accident.::'' The voice explained.

Boston's whole word crashed by hearing those words. The sound of the officer's voice said that it was bad. Boston didn't know how to react, he couldn't.. He was in shock.. Disbelief.

''::Sir?.. Are you still there?::'' The voice worridly asked.

''::How...::'' Was all Boston managed to choke out.

''::We're still trying to figure that out. But we believe it was a drunk driver.::''

''::...And Echo?...::''

''::He was rushed to the hospital quickly. I don't know more than that.. I'm sorry.::''

''::...Thank you.::'' Boston finished before hanging up.

''Daddy?'' The oldest son slowly asked as he drove up to Boston. ''What's up?''

''....I'll have to do something. Mr. Revs will come here in a few.'' Boston shortly said before driving out of the house and heading to the hospital.

Once Boston arrived at the hosptial he got the information that Echo was knocked out directly when he got hit, and hopefully didn't feel much pain.. His state was critical, and they were only able to stabilaze it by putting him into a coma state. It was also revealed that saving the unborn was impossible no matter how hard they tried.. Boston was eventually allowed to go into the room Echo was in. Echo was a wreck. His spoiler, and right side was completely severed, his hood was gone and he was covered in dents from the force of the crash. It was horrific to look at and Boston couldn't stop himself from breaking down, he starts to bawl loudly. Boston had never cried this much before, he had always been the tougher guy of him and Echo, the one who never let emotions get to him but HOW was he supposed to not do that now?.. When the one that meant everything in life was in this condition, it was impossible..

''I'm sorry, Echo..'' Boston choked out between sobs. ''This is my fault.. I should have told you to stay home...I...'' Grief took over him, he couldn't get a word out, he just sobbed his eyes out.

Boston was quick with giving Regan the responsibility to take care of his and Echo's sons at the moment as he himself was too sad and lost in his own darkness to be able to take care of his children. He never left Echo's side and it teared on his energy more than he'd admit. Regan visited the hospital a few days later, having left the kids at home with a car that worked for him, a trusted friend.

''Boston..'' Regan softly adressed his friend. ''Boston, you need to rest. Take a break.''

''I'm not leaving him.'' Boston subbornly argued.

Regan sighed. ''You're worning yourself out.'' He said before looking at Echo. ''Echo wouldn't want you to do this.. He'd want you to take care of yourself, no matter how his condition may be like.''

''You don't get this, Regan.'' Boston grumbled. ''I can't leave.. I can't..''

''I understand you. I really do.. But your children needs you.. Echo needs you to be strong, Boston.''

Boston whimpered and teared up slowly.

Regan sighed agan and patted the Mercedes' back. ''Alright.. I'll let you be. But at least think about what I've said..'' He said before driving out of the room.

Days slowly turned into weeks.. Boston eventually managed to leave Echo's room to return home short amounts of the time. Sadly, things didn't get better for Echo and the doctor wasn't able to tell if he ever would wake up again. Boston was a grief wreck, he didn't know what to do with himself.. Regan often visited him and tried to give him some positiveness but in vain, Boston was stuck in his darkest days.. He was starting to give up. What if Echo actually NEVER woke up?... How was Boston supposed to move on from that? He couldn't imagine a life without Echo..

Boston winced as he pulled out a piece of glass from his side, he didn't know why but the pain was his salvation.. It hurt, but he was too used to it by now. His phone ringed and he answered.

''::You need to come to the hospital..::'' Regan's voice said.

Boston wasted no time and sped over to the hospital where he got greeted by Regan. Regan had an expression that Boston couldn't quite read, he just montioned for him towards Echo's room. With a sigh Boston drove to Echo's room, expecting to see the usual but..

Echo looked at Boston upon hearing his egine, he smiled. The same warm and kind smile he always had, his eyes slowly watering up. "You didn't give up on me."

Boston could barely stop himself from starting to cry. "I'm sorry.." He apologized before rushing over to Echo, nuzzling him affectionly before starting to bawl. "I thought I lost you..."

"You'll never loose me." Echo reassured and nuzzled Boston back, gently leaning against him.

"I love you.." Boston sobbed. "I love you so damn much."

Echo smiled. "I love you too. Always and forever."

Regan smiled at the tearful renunion, leaning against the door to the room. Finally Boston was happy again. He soon decided to leave the two cars alone and left the room.

''Boston..'' Echo started and slowly moved away from his lover, looking away.

Boston frowned. ''What's wrong?'' He asked even though he guessed he already knew the answer.

''Our child...It's..''

Boston sighed and gently nuzzled the smaller car. ''I know.. I know.. But, at least you're alive.. I'm glad I didn't lose you, too.''

Echo didn't reply, he just shuddered.

''Besides... We can always try again.'' Boston stated.

Echo chuckled a bit. ''No.. I think... I think two already is enough for us.''

''Whatever you say, love.'' Boston smiled.

Echo was allowed to leave the hospital one day later. He and Boston went back home and they were immediately greeted by their sons whom both were overjoyed to see their beloved parents again. Echo's recovery took a time but he recovered just fine in the end. Now Boston was sure, nothing could split him and Echo. Not even death.

#Echo Coupé #Boston Benz #Pixar cars OCs

[sftswigan]

New band on the scene, Divide The Sun, tell us about their lockdown as a band, their influences and why not many of have heard of them...yet!

Alright lads, firstly, who are Divide The Sun and can you tell us a little bit about the band as we here at SFTS take pride in knowing the local scene very well but we’ll be honest and say that we know nothing about you guys! Why is that?

Phil: OK, so the initial introductions for Divide the Sun are...

Robin Bailey - Rhythm guitar & vocals

Gaz Moore - Lead guitar & vocals

Will Waddington - Bass Guitar

Phil Moore - Drums

We’re a band who are a little “late to the party” in that we only met initially about 2 years ago, and only formed as the current line up about 12 months ago.

Robin and I met at TMP Music College, and when we decided to wanted to continue to make music, we recruited Gaz and then Will, who had previously played together (some years ago) in a number of bands. We’ve discussed recently how we want to start to take it to the next level, gigging and promoting etc. Sadly Coronavirus has made a dent in those plans.

Robin: I think we were clear from the start our goal was to write, produce and play original songs. We are still on that journey. Also, we’re probably guilty of being too perfectionist or maybe its a bit of impostor syndrome??

However we have released our first single, Green and Brown, (second single on its way, soon) and made a couple of surprise gigs at TMP, both of which were very well received! Like you guys the response so far has been “why have we never heard of you before”!!

Well it’s great to have another Wigan band in this amazing scene we have.

What is the writing process in the band and how did the song ‘Green and Brown’ come to fruition?

Robin: The writing process usually starts with me or Gaz having the basis of a song and we take it to the band, who all add their bits. In fact some songs/ideas don’t get Divide the Sun’s approval and are rejected. ‘Green and Brown’ was pretty much accepted from the outset and developed by all the band. Its a song that covers all the light and airy themes of war, terrorism, religion and death....set to a nice jangly indie groove!

Phil: Yeah, the structure of the song is definitely driven by the two main songwriters, but they do ‘allow’ Will and I a certain degree of autonomy in how we add to the song!! Once the structure is there, we’ve found that the process to a final format is pretty quick. We then just take time to tweak and perfect it.

Love the fact that such topics can be turned into a song, I remember back with the Bush era in th US brought out a lot of new material for bands like Greenday, System of a Down etc and probably other bands too. Have these dark times with COVID, protests, the government etc inspired the band and songwriting whilst not being able to gig?

Phil: In all honesty the band as a whole have been in somewhat of a hiatus through COVID. We’ve only managed to get together once, but we’ve stayed in contact pretty consistently. In fact, probably more so than before lockdown!!! The two songwriters have been sending ideas across, and we definitely have things to get straight into once lockdown is lifted.

In the meantime, Robin is very prolific with his songwriting, and is definitely not afraid to progress any songs that he feels are worth it, but that are maybe not DtS material.

Robin: Its funny three songs I have written have been inspired by all those themes. One called “Alone together” deals with those whose lives have always involved self-isolation even before lockdown. The “Luckiest Man in Rock and Roll” is a jealous song aimed at those who have made it in the music industry. And “Us and Them” deals with lies, corruption and oppression. I may try and write a happy song one day!!

The way the world is at the moment there’s plenty for the band to write The way the world is at the moment there’s plenty for the band to write about and it’s all very relevant and people can relate to it too.

What’s the plan for the band once we get more normality back?

Gaz: What is normality, though? The World is always in chaos, just in different guises. There’s always plenty to write about!

Will: Get back into practice, get a set together and play a gig!

Robin: Yes, that’s the answer!

Phil: Yeah, I think it’s about catching up on the material we already have, and getting that back up to standard. But the guys have been working on some stuff that we’re going to begin developing as soon as we can!

Gaz, you make a very good point.! There’s always bad things going on so spot on there but it’s often ammunition for bands to write about I suppose.

When you get back gigging is there anywhere in particular you want to play or bands you’d like to gig with? Or is it a case gig wherever and as much as possible?

Phil: We’re still at the stage where we’re getting the material together, to a standard that we’re happy to take to a (potentially paying) audience. So I think it’s fair to say we are only just beginning to think that far ahead. One particular venue is like to play is The Old Courts in Wigan but also The Boulevard. Having said that, we want to make sure that the material is good to go before we rush into anything. Will’s lives in Preston and there are apparently a number of venues there that we hope to play at. In terms of supporting, you’ve got to aspire to someone like The Lathums but that may be a stretch given their meteoric rise!! The Lilacs and Island Dam are also obvious local choices given their quality and current experience.

Will: Some of the Preston venues that is like to play at are, The Ferret, The Continental, 53 degrees. There were more but I heard they closed.

Good local bands we could support; Blues Harvest, Zvilnik, Doug Perkins and the Spectaculars, Fighting, dat brass, Ward 16 and Jackpot Golden Boys.

Yeah no rush and this is the perfect time to get it right whilst gigs aren’t really as we know them just yet and people are understandably not ready to go out to pubs/venues.

We’re very lucky to have so many good bands not just in the northwest but in the UK.

What bands are you listening to at the moment and does that have an influence on the bands songwriting?

Robin: I think a lot of bands indirectly influence my songs however I never sit down with an artist orgenre in mind. I think it’s probably more subconscious. I am often maybe more conscious of not sounding like anyone or copying anyone. Historically [I listened to] Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, The Smiths, Leonard Cohen ... currently Elliot Smith, Sufjan Stevens, King Krule, Aha, early Prefrab Sprout, Wu Tang Clan, Laura Nyro....

Gaz: [I’m] Currently listening to Future Islands a lot and although it’s not the sound I would want from my own band......

I do find it is inspiring my own writing. I definitely have a connection with the vocal both melodically and lyrically.

Good to see quite a mixed bag of music there.

That was our last (serious) question. We’ve got some, more hypothetical fun questions now....

If you could open up for any band (Alive or dead) who would it be?

Robin: Super Furry Animals

Gaz: Well for me it would have to be the best live band I’ve ever seen..............the mighty...............pigeon detectives. Jokes. KASABIAN!!

Phil: Biffy Clyro. Definitely.

Will: Erm, queen at wembley.

Interestingly, the bloke who taught me guitar when i was 16 was previously in a band who did genuinely support queen in their early days.

Some great choices there! Streaming music or Vinyl?

Robin: Would love to say Vinyl, but I would never have listened to the range of music I have, if it wasn’t for streaming. So from a purely selfish and indulgent perspective, streaming.

Gaz: Streaming through the week. Vinyl on Sundays!!

Will: I'm not nearly hipster enough to be interested in vinyl nowadays, just for the sake of trying to be cool, so streaming all the way :)

Phil: I listen to a lot of music on the go, so Vinyl isn’t really practical!! Also, I’ve never owned a Vinyl record without scratching it to hell, so definitely streaming for me, too.

Also, you can choose an album, a book and one other item to take to a desert island with you. What do ya take?

Phil: I’ll go first then.....

Album - The Wall - Pink Floyd (without question)

Book - Difficult one this. Probably the complete collection of Sherlock Holmes (I’m sure it’s available in one volume somewhere)

Item - can I take my phone?

Robin:

Album. Desire- Bob Dylan...

Book: Finnegans Wake-James Joyce...(never understood it, so might work it out on the Island).

Item: Mini-Brewery.

Will:

Album - 1977, ash.

Book - Lord of the Rings.

Item - survival knife / multitool. Or maybe a saltwater still, depends if the island has a fresh water source or not...

Gaz:

The Bends - Radiohead

Book of local wildlife

Guitar :)

Thanks very for taking the time to chat to us lads!

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